Earlier this week I wrote about how, when you live among UO Jews you spend a lot of time going around with a dumbstruck look on your face. From this shabbos:
* I've been looking through the chumash and I can't find the story of Abraham smashing his fathers idols. Can you show it to me? (!)
And every one of my small children came home with a picture of a fiddle to celebrate the story of Serech bat Asher when of course, her instrument would have looked more like one of these. Anachronisms make me grumpy you see.
