“Molly, I can’t find your belly button.”
“What makes you think I have a belly button?”
“I dunno. Because you are a mammal?”
“Well, you know what they say about assumptions.” She grinned.
“Did you know that in Yiddish we call it a pupik?”
“Of course, dad, I was raised in a Jewish enclave in Brooklyn.” She looked down her nose at me with a raised eyebrow.
“Well, well. What happened to ‘speaking multiple languages shows good breeding’? Huh?”
“Yes, it does, but Yiddish? Really? Give me a break. Who speaks Yiddish anymore? Nu? Chaval al hazman!”
Um, yeah.
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Has Molly watched Unorthodox on Netflix? She might enjoy it!
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