It’s not exactly easy to follow up a Q&A in which Theodore’s mother compares Judaism to a tumor, but someone’s gotta try. And so I now present to you a scene from yesterday:
Two-year-old Sasha and I are sitting side by side in my bed. I’m reading something, probably the iPad, and she’s playing with toys or watching TV or who knows.
“Guess what,” she says to me.
A little surprised that she knew the phrase, I looked over at her and made eye contact.
Then she farted. A long, loud resounding fart that echoed through the room. She had a big smile on her face.
Ladies and gentlemen, my daughter!