So... it's the most wonderful time of the year...
And in the Columbus Laeng household, we celebrate Christmas and Hanukkah. Because I'm Jewish.
Yep. Bona fide. Jew, here. This may be a surprise to many (ok, most) of you who knew me in high school and have only recently reconnected with me via facebook.
Sometime, if you're interested, I'll tell you the whole story. But long story short I'm Jewish. Brian is Christmas. (Not a typo. He's not religious but loves Christmas, mainly for Santa and presents.) And our parents are Catholic.
So we celebrate Hanukkah and Christmas. So far, so good. But Ben's only 18 months. So this year, here's how it basically goes.
Brian: Look Ben! Santa! It's Santa! See? Pablo is dressed as an elf! Presents!
Brian: Yes, Ben. Pablo is an elf! See? Presents!
Brian: Yes. Santa! Presents!
Me: Say please.
Ben: Bilk peeeeeeeeez.
Me: Here's your milk. Let's light the Hanukkah candles. See, Ben? This is the shamash. We light it first.
Ben: Gulp. Gulp. Ahhhhhh.
Me: Ok, now we light five candles because it's the fifth night. One... Two...No, Ben. Hot! Danger! We don't touch the fire. Hot.
Ben: Hot. Hot.
Me: Yes, hot. Don't touch. Ok, three... No! Hot. Hot.
Ben: Hot. Bilk?
Me: Yes. This is milk. Four... five...
Ben: Ball ball?
Me & Brian: Yeah! Kick the ball.
See? So far, so good.
Next year, though. I think it'll be a little harder.