I went shopping for a new suit with Flash tonight. I automatically headed for the boy's section. The salesman took one look at Flash and steered us toward the men's section. Ten minutes later, there stood Flash, decked out in a snazzy new suit and tie, looking a lot like the boys that I used to sneak peeks at when I was 14. The salesman said, "He looks sharp." And he really did.
Afterward, as we were walking home, Flash absentmindedly reached out, took my hand, and led me across the street. And I (actually, truly) said, "I'm old enough to cross the street by myself." And he answered, "I know, Ma, I just wanted to make sure you got across safely."
Weinstein, Mayim Bialik and the Perils of Religious Instruction - *I wrote the following for my Beit Midrash's weekly email, and on reflection I'd like to get feedback from a broader population, so I'm reproducing it here...
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