Dropping Ian off at religious school yesterday afternoon, Sam is throwing a fit as we walk into the synagogue. We escort Ian to his classroom and I give Ian a kiss good-bye. As I am walking out of the room, I hear the following conversation:
Ian's friend: What's wrong with your sister?
Ian: Ah, that's just the way she is.
I had to laugh.
Please G-d, let Sam be the one to grow up and find the cure for Cancer. Then all this will be so worth it. :)
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