Today, I confirmed that Eliana’s got the Jewish Mom gene. Getting ready for school, she told me she was hungry (which she usually isn’t). I offered her a Graham cracker, which she accepted. She ate half of it, and said “I’m done, here,” offering me the other half. I said “no thank you,” since I’d already snagged some cracker fragments from the box.
Her response: “Oh. You don’t *like* Graham crackers?” I explained that I already had some, and she was okay with that.