Riley Wants Jews
She continually asks to see Jews, which is pretty strange since she hasn’t been to any comparative religion courses and we’ve yet to discuss the various monotheistic cults humanity has developed.
The first time it happened, I scribbled a Star of David on the blackboard in the kitchen, pointed at it and asked if that’s what she meant.
”Star!” she said, which seemed to confirm her knowledge of the ancient symbol.
”That’s right, RIley. It’s the Star of David. But we’re lapsed Lutherans, so it doesn’t really apply to us. Our cult symbol is supposed to be a cross. Can you say, cross?”
”Jews!” and then, more plaintively, “JEWWWWWWS!”
Oddly enough, we later discovered that the only way to get her to stop asking for Jews is to give her some apple cider or lemonade.
Would this be in any way related to when you and I were speaking on our tephelones, and one or both daughters thought you were going to turn them into candles? Cos if so, I could totally see that.
No, we spoke about turning them into candles and the seven year old interpreted that as we were going to go someplace to make candles, the prospect of which excited her.
The two year old had no opinion on the matter, as she has only encountered candles on birthday cakes to this point.
Wow! Look how like Sam she is!
Ah yes, youthfullness and there learnings of the language… Saying that, I’m still learning now.
I love cuddles too.
If only Hitler was so easily appeased when he was screaming for Jews.
Maybe Riley is asking for Jubes, you know the gelatinous sugary goodness what comes in a plastic bag?
would that be home made lemonade?
My goodness, I almost snorted jews out of my nose when I read this
now THAT was funny, sugar!
(she is adorable!!!) xoxo
To maintain a continuity (which makes no sense, unless one visits Davecat’s last)… Orange! My favorite juice in the pallet-erator. I’m back!
See, now this is where all the confusion started. All I wanted was to eliminate juice. I can’t abide anything that has been squeezed.
Except for oranges. Who doesn’t like Orange Jews.
To the above poster -
Listen here. I don’t know if you’re really Hitler or not, but what you wrote is just not funny at all. My great-grandfather was an orange, and he was mercilessly pulped and squozen, along with thousands of other innocent oranges, for some twisted excuse to rid the world of scurvy.
O, HITLER, WHY’D YOU KILL MY GRANDFATHER WHO WAS AN ORANGE
Dan Martin:I like cuddles as well. This is why I have two cats, two children, two dogs and only one testicle.
Zuba: I am intrigued by your bags of gelatenous goodness. Please continue!
nursemyra: Nah, its “Crystal Light” lemonade flavored powdered drink mix. We water it down 5 parts water to 1 part lemonade when we give it to her. The apple juice is, however, made from ostensibly real apples.
Kim: That would be schmear.
Savannah:Thanks! My wife has good genes. Mine are, thankfully, mostly recessive.
Veach: The HELL you say!
Hitler: The HELL you say!
DaveCat: This is probably a good time to break the news that SafeTinspector is going to become a Citrus Holocaust Memorial website, dedicated to keeping the memory of the citrus holocaust alive and debunking the citrus deniers.
As for the jumping: I would love to see pictures of the interior of the scary Chinese mall we were in as well. I did not think to take any, and it was an interesting experience.
haha good one!
Yes, I wondered about the Jews as well. The last time we baby sat for Riley Louise, she did keep asking for Jews. Having a Jew for a Chiropractor, I thought she might be having back problems and needed an adjustment. However, we too, finally figured out that if you give her Cider, Milk, Diet Coke or water, she did temporarily stop asking for Jews. However sometimes she asked for Jews and water together. Not at all sure why she would want wet Jews, but we found when we mixed Lemonade and water together and gave it to her, she stopped asking for Jews and water.
At least all Riley wants is Jews. I had a friend once, who’s todler daughter substituted an F sound for beginning T sounds in words. You can imagine how my friend felt when her daughter saw a Fire Truck and exclaimed to everyone within earshot, “I want a big F…..!”
Oh, I forgot to say that my friends child had not mastered the r sound and routinely left it out of words.
Riley looks SO much like Sam! I almost thought you’d posted a younger Sam just now!
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