My darling 15 year old son, whom I normally love more than anything, just came home from shul and said the following to me:
"Ma, you really should get up and go outside to say Birkat Hachamah. It only happens once every twenty eight years and this could be your only chance, because you might be dead next time".
Run, little boy. Run for your life. Because I'm coming after you.
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