My Children are Failures

Woah, hey now! That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think? No, it’s true. I don’t like the fact any more than you do, but it’s the reality of the situation. The Oxford-English Dictionary describes “Failure” as “an unsuccessful person or thing”. The Oxford-English Dictionary describes “Hullabaloo” as “a commotion or a fuss”, but we’re not … Continue reading

Just the Two of Us

This past weekend Saarah had been invited to the 1,476,984th birthday party since the school year started, and she just HAD to be there. It was billed to be a veritable “Who’s Who” of the kindergarten class, and she couldn’t miss out. Such an event meant that Tevye and I would be alone for supper … Continue reading

Stop Me If You’ve Heard This One…

The two stinkers have discovered how jokes work, and have been attempting to put them to good use. It all started one day in the grocery store. As we entered the second hour of my wife trying to figure out exactly which shampoo will do the best job of causing large quantities of her hair … Continue reading

In Which Saarah Eats Time

I’ve come up with the best excuse for missing work. Seriously, if this doesn’t get me out without being reprimanded, I don’t know what will. We were eating supper on Monday evening, as we do most nights. The supper in question was stir fry with peanut sauce. Delicious, right? I even found purple cauliflower at … Continue reading

What?! Why Would She… I’m at a Loss

A few months back we were driving home from Ballet on the weekend. The class had gone well, Saarah was in a good mood, and DJ Moishe was spinnin’ some sweet tracks(I have no idea if that’s how you’d say that. Is there anyone out there that can tell me if I sound “hip” and … Continue reading

What is the Unicorn Chasing?

Not being someone who remembers many dreams, I’ve always been torn as to whether I’d like to remember more. On the one hand, I’d like to know what I’m thinking about during the eight hours when I’m asleep. Heck, that’s a third of every day, and I have no idea what’s happening in my own … Continue reading

You Won’t Touch His Big Lizard?!

On Saturday evening, Saarah had a gala to attend, and I was the lucky fella who would be accompanying her. We all know that she could’ve taken anyone she wanted, and that I was just something to dangle off her much-desired arm. It’s fine. I’ve come to terms with my role. This party happened to … Continue reading

Bonding Over Chickens

“I think you two have done enough bonding for one day.” This was the phrase uttered by my wife as Saarah and I arrived in the washroom to brush her teeth last night. I know that perhaps it’s not the sort of thing that most ladies would declare upon seeing her husband and daughter having … Continue reading

In His Yiddishe Fingers

I can’t imagine there are a lot of regular readers of this blog who speak yiddish, but it’s a lovely language, full of colour and personality. Now, I don’t speak the language, but I’ve certainly encountered some words and expressions over the years. A good book, for those of you who would like to discover … Continue reading

Saarah’s Culinary Prowess

Children have funny ways of being complete goofballs 99% of the time(or maybe that’s just Saarah), and then completely surprise you with moments of genius, even in the midst of sheer goofballery. She’s such a goofball, in fact, that she’ll spend the two hours I’m watching a bike race playing a game called “being a … Continue reading