"Mommy, I want to have a boy baby who grows up to be a daddy." Rachel is pondering her future. "And then I will have a girl baby who grows up to be a mommy."
"That sounds nice, sweetie."
"And they will marry each other!"
All hope of skipping over this comment is lost by my surprised giggle. Anna immediately zeroes in on an issue and begins her inquisition.
"Why is that funny? Why? What do you mean that a brother can't marry a sister? Why? Stop laughing and TELL ME!"
I'm stuck, floundering for an answer. They're not allowed. Why not? The Torah says they can't. Why? Have you learned about genetics yet in kindergarten? Heh heh, never mind.
Who wants ice cream?
"That sounds nice, sweetie."
"And they will marry each other!"
All hope of skipping over this comment is lost by my surprised giggle. Anna immediately zeroes in on an issue and begins her inquisition.
"Why is that funny? Why? What do you mean that a brother can't marry a sister? Why? Stop laughing and TELL ME!"
I'm stuck, floundering for an answer. They're not allowed. Why not? The Torah says they can't. Why? Have you learned about genetics yet in kindergarten? Heh heh, never mind.
Who wants ice cream?
