This year Jackson and I spent significant time learning about Hanukkah, the story and customs of the celebration. We made a menorrah from marshmallows and birthday candles, made latkas for lunch and discussed Judaism and learned of Judas Maccabeus. I thought all was well and I was proud of my teachings but realized how much I missed telling Jackson after a trip to Target. As we were walking the main aisle, he noticed a selection of Menorrahs on an endcap. He pointed them out and we were stopped to take a closer look when Jackson asked why there would be Menorrahs in Target when there aren't any Jews in Minnesota. Oh Vey!
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