Traditions

Our lives at times are governed by the traditions we create. It is the little rituals that we do every day which first help us, and then own us, as we become slaves to our own little traditions.

In Skokie, for some reason that escapes me now, we had a tradition to swig Scope that one of us always left in his car as we pulled into Slice of Life's parking lot on Saturday night. There was also an aspect of spitting out the Scope as we made the turn, but I can't remember the exact details of that tradition.

Anyway, as one would expect, my boys have created some little traditions of their own. One of which was busted by their sister.

Every day, my kids get off the bus on the corner of Yehuda and Shivtei Yisrael. Shivtei Yisrael is a fairly deserted street, and the kids walk past an overgrown rocky hilly area before they get home.

It was, coincidentally, the same route Veev took home on Friday night after dinner, together with my middlest and littlest.

And my littlest, a sweet little four year old, looked at the rock that they passed on the way home, and said "This is the rock that the boys pee on everyday."

Uh oh.

Busted.

So they have been informed, by Veev, that animals pee on the street. People pee in the bathroom. And they are not animals.

So much for their new tradition.