Sunday, March 02, 2008
Last week our five-year-old son decided that he wants to become religious. At least he has a very good reason. At his kindergarten there are two boys from a newly religious family. Since lunch, served around 13.30 every day, is basari ( with meat ) those two cannot eat the custard or milk that the other kids eat or drink around 16.00. Instead they receive a sandwich with a kind-of-chocolate-spread that is parve ( neither milk nor meat ). Our son really loves chocolate, and since apparently you have to be religious in order to receive a 'chocolate' sandwich he thought that becoming religious might be a good idea. Our best friends, who moved to a mixed ( religious-secular ) village - we will go there for Purim probably - two years ago, are religious, so he knows a thing or two about what religious people are allowed, forbidden, and obliged to do. Still, he is very insecure and convinced that in Judaism the don'ts outnumber the do's by far, so he asks us all the time if religious people are allowed to play soccer or climb a fence, and whether this or that is milk, parve or meat. He insists on wearing a kippah, but he doesn't like to use hairpins, so the regular kippah that he has falls off all the time. Therefore yesterday - yes, Shabbat, we know, but it did not bother him - my wife took him to Daliyat-el-Karmel, a Druze village nearby where thousands of Israelis do their shopping every Saturday, to buy a Bukhari or Druze kippah. Now he has a beautiful big yarmulke. Of course, he did not wear it when he wanted to watch television yesterday afternoon. Today he will not have his chocolate sandwich at school: he has chicken pox.
Posted by Bert at 7:58 AM