Evidently, my first-grader was just in a mini-play to which I was not invited. Totally fine by me. In fact I greatly appreciate not being invited to everything. And I greatly appreciate her teacher’s selection of “The Hanukkah Miracle,” because we have a bit of a monoculture problema in Happy Valley, and measures are being taken. May “The Hanukkah Miracle” be for a blessing. But I question the essential prop: a big, steaming bag of latkes. That strikes me as less than geshmak.
Victory was mine tonight when the Sprogs condescended to eat, for the first time and in full view of the quart of ice cream that constituted their bribe, a single spear (each) of asparagus. I wish I had my own field of asparagus, notwithstanding the fact that there is something a little too erect about the things as they push out of the ground. I think I could get used to it, probably.