Him: DAH-DEE
Me: Hey Bobby [not his real name] [duh]
Him: I make a FEE-LOW at my school
Me: A what?
Him (louder) a FEE-LOW
Me: A pillow?
Him: No I make a (louder still) a FEE-LOW
Me: (to the household) What's he saying?
Oldest daughter: Well, we think he made a fee-low.
Him: DAH-DEE I MAKE A FEE-LOW AT MY SCHOOL! (slowly) A FEEEEEE LOW
Me: Okay! Yay! You made a Fee-Low!
Him: NO NO A FEE LOW. I MADE A FEE LOW
Me: Right. Um... a pillow?
Him: NO A FEE LOW
Me: (thinking to myself) Ok, his weekly projects are always connected to the parsha. Let's see... vayigash.... vayigash.... what could it be?
And suddenly it hit me.
Me: A FIDDLE?
Him: YEAH! DAH-DEE I MADE A FEE-LOW
Oy
PART 2 OF THE STORY Later that evening, or, actually early this morning, Bobby was in my wife's bed, still babbling about his fee-low, when suddenly he gave that distinctive cough which means some vomit is on the way. And sure enough, the vomit came, and when it did my wife cupped her hands and caught it.
Why did you do that, I said, as I ran for a container.
I just washed the sheets she replied. (!)
Disgusting or heroic? I still can't decide.
Search for more information about serach bat asher's non-fiddle at 4torah.com.
Me: Hey Bobby [not his real name] [duh]
Him: I make a FEE-LOW at my school
Me: A what?
Him (louder) a FEE-LOW
Me: A pillow?
Him: No I make a (louder still) a FEE-LOW
Me: (to the household) What's he saying?
Oldest daughter: Well, we think he made a fee-low.
Him: DAH-DEE I MAKE A FEE-LOW AT MY SCHOOL! (slowly) A FEEEEEE LOW
Me: Okay! Yay! You made a Fee-Low!
Him: NO NO A FEE LOW. I MADE A FEE LOW
Me: Right. Um... a pillow?
Him: NO A FEE LOW
Me: (thinking to myself) Ok, his weekly projects are always connected to the parsha. Let's see... vayigash.... vayigash.... what could it be?
And suddenly it hit me.
Me: A FIDDLE?
Him: YEAH! DAH-DEE I MADE A FEE-LOW
Oy
PART 2 OF THE STORY Later that evening, or, actually early this morning, Bobby was in my wife's bed, still babbling about his fee-low, when suddenly he gave that distinctive cough which means some vomit is on the way. And sure enough, the vomit came, and when it did my wife cupped her hands and caught it.
Why did you do that, I said, as I ran for a container.
I just washed the sheets she replied. (!)
Disgusting or heroic? I still can't decide.
Search for more information about serach bat asher's non-fiddle at 4torah.com.
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