so on and so forth.

I actually didn't mean to write that last post, this is what i meant to share:

As we were wrapping up our chat with the cantor, a warm woman in her late 60's, early 70's, with a Queens accent, she turns to M. and apropos of nothing we are discussing, smiles broadly and says: "You know, you're very cute."

Of course.

Then she stands up, goes over to her mantle and pulls down a framed photo of her twin grandchildren, age 20 months. One of them, Jesse, is a boy and just like M. "has the longest, most gorgeous eyelashes." M., in his charming way, thanks her while I laugh uncomfortably until she looks at me and say "oh, you're nice-looking too."

Um, hello?! What about me? I'm the one that suffered through a torah portion when i was an awkward 13 year old, I'm the one who attempts (and fails) to fast for a full day every year, I'm the one who got tricked into believing that chanukah is more lucrative than christmas, i'm the one that had to ward off gefilte fish throughout my entire life, aren't I very cute?! Mom, dad - you need to have a chat with her and let her know just how freakin adorable I am.

Seriously, I can't take him anywhere.