Conversation with the Tweedle Twirp and her pregnant friend, kids playing nearby.
Me: And so then I got dressed for the party [my grandfather’s 90th birthday party in Miami in July]. I was eight months pregnant and something just didn’t look right. I called the Tweedle Twirp in and said, “What is wrong with this outfit? The shoes look all wrong. I’ve been wearing them for a year now and they looked fine. Why do they look so weird now?” Tweedles evaluated me for a good long while before she finally said, “Well, they looked better when you still had ankles.” “Ankles!” I said. “That’s it!”
The next night, I overheard Doodles talking to his friend J.
Doodles: Did you know that when women get pregnant, they lose their ankles?
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Pie: Mommy, how does Chrysanthemum know who’s Christian and who’s not?
Me: Chrysanthemum?
Pie: Yeah. How does Chrysanthemum know who to bring presents to?
Me: Like in the book?
Pie: Yeah.
Me: The mouse? Who doesn’t like her name?
Pie: Um, I guess.
Me: Do you mean Santa Claus?
Pie: Yes! How does Santathemum Claus know who’s Christian and who’s not?
Me: Remember I told you, Santa Claus isn’t real. Mommies and Daddies buy presents for the kids. Santa is made up, but it’s not something we talk about with our non-Jewish friends. Santa isn’t real.
Pie: I know!
Me: Okay.
Pie: So how does he know? Who’s Christian and who’s not?
As you said in your previous blog, "I really have no idea who reads this blog anymore, but better safe than sorry." Then you go and rat out Santa. Maybe there are some believers whose lives have been crushed by your disclosure.