Happy Holidays From The Yoys
We spent Christmas Eve at the club pool. The boys enjoy swimming, but more importantly, they enjoy the free ice cream.
After lunch we swung by the ice cream cart where a nice employee was handing out the goods to all the children.
She smiled at my wet, food-crusted children.
DO YOU KNOW WHO IS COMING TO YOUR HOUSE TONIGHT?
Ah, sh*t here we go again.
Big E thought about it for a second.
NO ONE IS COMING TO OUR HOUSE TONIGHT. WE ARE HAVING DINNER AT MY AUNT AND UNCLE'S.
I was hoping that would be the end. But this poor lady was mining for some Christmas excitement from my kids and all she was going to get was a lump of coal.
WELL ARE YOU EXCITED FOR TOMORROW?
She came in from a different angle.
I made the slash throat signal to her and mouthed "we're Jewish".
Big E launched into his well-rehearsed Jewish spiel. When he was finished with her she eked out a happy holidays.
I know everyone loves the holidays, me included. We rock out to the MistleYoy Spotify playlist all month long. But I am relieved that I no longer have to hear my child disclose to the world our religious preference. I'm trying to teach him a tactful way to respond to "Merry Christmas" but we haven't mastered it yet. Maybe Christmas 2015 will be our year.