It's a universal thing, really. No matter the language, boys are pretty much the same. They act the same. They sound the same. Yes, there is definitely a cultural divide. But that does not change the fact that they are boys.
Car trouble? No problem. Even if they have never driven in their lives, even if they have never taken a look under a hood of a car, they will step up to help. Why? Because they have testosterone and a need to impress.
What did I think would happen when I had the radio playing on low, with a few Israeli guys in my car? My car, my rules. I was going to turn it off thinking, Erev Yom Kippur is not the best time to listen to secular music, when I heard them singing along to it. Ma ze shtuyot? I am not impressed.
Give them a little mashke, get a farbrengin going, and they really get into it.
There is something fun about driving with a car full of boys. Especially when they are talking heatedly in a language you can barely understand.
My Yom Kippur was exhausting and draining. And unfortunately, the kids did not save me any gushers from the children's program. Oh well. Maybe next year.
Looking forward to Sukkos! Wishing everyone a happy and sweet year.
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