Yaakov’s Surprising Announcement
Last night, in the middle of the bedtime rush, 4-year-old Yaakov took me aside and told me: “Eema, I want to be a sofer stam [a scribe].
“Please buy me a quill. Not any feather from around the house, a special quill from the special store for scribes.”
“And please buy me parchment. You don’t have to go to the zoo and kill a cow. Just buy parchment at the store for scribes.”
“And most important of all,” Yaakov said, his eyes wide open and right index finger extended for emphasis, “is to buy me ink. Ink is the MOST IMPORTANT THING OF ALL FOR A SCRIBE!”
“Please,” Yaakov continued, “buy me a Torah scroll, and I will pray from my Torah scroll, because that is what scribes do!”
“And on the front door you will hang a sign that says ‘In the Weisberg family there is a scribe who loves Fireman Sam!”
“And also, Eema…”
“Please buy me a drum.”
One of the drawbacks to having a mother who is a writer is that as soon as Yaakov completed his demands, I had to stop right then and there, in the middle of the bedtime rush, and write all this down and send it out to my entire family.
My husband’s response? “Jenny, I have a feeling this might be what our prayers sound like to G-d.”