There’s nothing like being a parent to make one humble.
For instance, until recently, YZG and I always believed that fadichot were our forte.
Indeed, we felt that we were safely on our way to winning the highly-coveted “Most Embarrassing Parents EVER” award.
I mean, consider the evidence:
- We’re both Anglos.
- I have a blog.
- And it has a ridiculous name.
- And I insist on writing about a nonexistent language.
Does it GET any more embarrassing than that??
Well, apparently, it does.
Because, as YZG and I were recently shocked to discover, our capacity for generating fadichot is far from endless.
You see, a few weeks ago, ACST (=A Certain Shiputzim Teenager) hosted an American friend for Shabbat.
And after Shabbat, when the guest had left, I turned to ACST and, as is my wont, asked hopefully, “So, did we embarrass you?”
I smugly assumed that the answer would be very much in the affirmative.
I was wrong.
“No. Not really,” ACST shrugged. “There wasn’t anything to be embarrassed about, because [the guest] is American. It can only be embarrassing in front of Israelis…”
Needless to say, YZG and I were devastated…
How limited is YOUR ability to embarrass your children?