Holy Sh

I experienced this as a kid and I watched Judah experience it the other day…

Friend: So for Hanukkah, do you get like 8 presents?

Judah: Yeah.

Friend: That’s so cool.

Judah: Do you get presents for Christmas?

Friend: Yeah, but not eight.

What Judah failed to mention, is that some of those presents are socks. And pants. (Nola recently received an ice pack — the kind you put on an ankle.) So I would like to dispel the idea that Hanukkah is all ponies and train sets. Although I will say that there is usually at least one pretty good gift. Nothing equine, but there have been some pretty cool Magna-Tile and Lego sets.

But I digress.

Last night Judah got a coconut. Yes, a coconut — one of those big hairy nuts (actually a fruit and specifically a drupe) that has ‘flesh’ and ‘milk’ inside. You can get them at the local grocer. I got this one at Jewell. I think it was $2. Judah mentions how much he likes Hawaii from time to time, so when I saw the coconut…

Dang, I continue to digress.

When Judah pulled the coconut out of the bag he was surprised. Delighted, but surprised.

“Oh my god,” he said. “A coconut?!”