Today is Lag Ba’omer. I have some non-coherent thoughts about how this holiday with very spiritual origins has somehow been transformed into another excuse for BBQ and…a day off school? What is that about?
But in what is proving to be a bit of a tradition, on days when Miss M is out of school but AM is not, I take her out for breakfast. She is partial to French Toast, because the mere idea of consuming an egg that looks like an egg (and therefore has a starring role in a typical Israeli cafe breakfast) gives her the willies. I am partial to something that involves coffee, because she is inevitably up at the crack of dawn on these special mornings.
This morning, as she was thoughtfully chewing on her French Toast and I was mournfully eyeing the bottom of my coffee cup, we were also discussing people’s talents. I was trying to explain that I think being talented means doing something with ease that for other people is difficult or impossible. That her talent is art (visual arts) and AM’s appears to be math, and Taxman’s is singing.
“What’s your talent, Ema?” she asked.
“I’m still trying to figure that out,” I told her. “What do you think my talent is?”
“I think…I think your talent is sweeping.”
“Sleeping?” I asked, because of course I had had Saturday night nap-induced insomnia.
“No, SWEEPING!”
Sad? Funny? I will give extra weight to your answer if you’ve seen the inside of my house.
I wouldn’t even know where to go with that!
Of course, I’d die of laughter if she said my talent was dusting.
Alissa, I don’t think she’s ever seen me dust. (Hello? Losing battle! As you know.)
But do I pull out the broom rather often. Then AM rips it out of my hands and sweeps himself.
So I can’t even agree that sweeping is something *I* do. It’s more like facilitating the sweeping experience for HIM.
She is messing with you. Clever girl.
I’m dying.
Although she is probably too young to recognize “snarking.”
At least she didn’t say yelling, which is really the louder, less cool version of snarking. (and I am very talented at yelling)
Yelling? Totally my talent.
I thought cooking was your talent.
Too funny. Of course, I don’t sweep nearly often enough to be considered good at that. I’m sort of scared what my kids would say about me….
After yelling was mentioned I decided not to even ask my children what my talent is!
I think my talent is “reading blogs when I should be fetching kiddo from his crib post-nap”