Last night, as I started to clean off the fireplace mantle to begin our holiday decorating, Daniel approached me with eyes wide, hands clasped in anticipation.
"Mommy, do we have a menorah?"
"No, honey, we don't."
Disappointed (and a bit urgently) "We need to go get one right away, tonight is the first night of Hanukkah."
"Oh really?"
(more urgently, a bit distressed) "Maybe we can find some candles. We need eight, plus the shamash. It's the candle in the middle we use to light all of the other candles."
What made this so funny to me - 1) we're not Jewish. 2) I was cleaning off the mantle because that's where I put the nativity every year. 3) The kid never pays attention to anything in school - and it's the Hanukkah lesson that sticks. Seriously?
At dinner, he continued to tell us about the candles and the menorah, and his excitement to play dreidel at school today.
Sure enough, all he could talk about this morning was playing dreidel and winning chocolate coins. It's the most competitive I've ever seen him. At dinner tonight, he was a little disappointed that he didn't win at dreidel, but he got chocolate coins anyway.
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