Being Jewish

Isaac goes to a Jewish preschool although we are not Jewish. The other day the teacher asked each student whether or not they are Jewish and wrote down the answers. Isaac’s answer, “No, but this truck is Jewish.”



If Isaac sees a clown in a book. He says, “I don’t want that clown to be funny to me!”

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On May 7, 2014, at 10



“Isaac, you are the best.”
“No, I’m not the best.”
“Really, you’re not the best?”
“Well, I’m a little the best.”



Yesterday I had to make a Skype phone call to a business associate in the UK.

It was early in the morning and so I did it from home, and Isaac was with me.

As soon as he heard me on the phone he ran into my office and started listening into the phone call. He started calling the man, whose name is Stephen, David. So I corrected him and said his name was Stephen, but for some reason Isaac misheard me and thought I said Stinky.

So then he started saying, “Hey Stinky, how are you doing Stinky?”



Isaac had his first soccer practice today.

“How was soccer?” I asked.

“Soccer was fun, I got to kick the ball and I kicked it into the net. And I kicked a pebble and then kicked the ball and then kicked the ball and the pebble,” Isaac added, “and I also got to sit on the ball.”

“That sounds great!” I cheered, “Do you want to buy a soccer ball and practice outside?”

“Can we sit on it?” he asked.



The other day Isaac and I played outside. 

It was sunny out but windy.

Isaac said, “I’m a little bit cold here, I want to stand in the summer.”



“Mama, I am going to pretend my crackers are gum. ”
“Okay. ”
“Mama, ask me what I am eating.”
“What are you eating Isaac?”
“I am eating gum.”