As LO has gotten older, she has become more aware of the laws of kashrut. Gone are the days where I could simply put food in front of her and she would eat without asking a million questions. Gone are the days where we could go to someone's home without her explaining what we can and cannot eat.
Don't get me wrong, I am not complaining. I am actually thrilled that she so strictly adheres to keeping kosher, especially when she is surrounded by kids at school who probably don't know what kosher is. However, in the process I am afraid I may have created the "Kosher Police".
Here for your reading pleasure are a few examples of my case and point:
- Since it's a good 30 minute drive to the large Kosher market for us, we have to go to the local big chain grocery store more often than I would like. As I am sure many of you know - this makes grocery shopping a long task. Now that LO can read, she decided to try to help make shopping happen a little faster by checking for heschers. This has been a huge help. However...with the good comes the "just shake your head and smile" moments. There are often times when I am at one end of the aisle and from the other end of the aisle and LOUD and C-L-E-A-R-L-Y enough for the entire store to hear, she will hold something up and announce, "HEY MAMA! THIS IS KOSHER!" Did I mention that this sometimes happens several times during one trip?
- LO has decided it is her job to tell the cashier and the person bagging our groceries at the local big chain grocery store not to put the dairy in the same bag as the meat. That's great - no complaints from me on that. But...the last time we finally got to the Kosher market, without any hesitation she asked for the dairy to be separated from the meat - the cashier stared at her in disbelief and then just started to giggle.
- I was packing her lunch for camp (matzoh and Aaron's salami - not my idea...her request). She comes into the kitchen and I hear this great big GASP! When I asked her what was wrong, she just looked at me while pointing at a Ziploc bag of Fritos and said matter-of-factly, "I can't have these with my lunch, they are DAIRY!" For a split second I thought I had made a mistake...oh wait, they're not dairy. (Scenarios such as this happen all the time, sometimes I think she is just testing me.)
Oh well...I guess there are worse things in life she could be.
2 comments:
Sounds like she's getting good training for life!
My mother tells people that when I was small, she'd put me in the shopping cart at the grocery, and to her horror, I would sing bentching at the top of my lungs:
Hu-HAITIV Hu-MAITIV Hu-YAITIV!!!!
My children do the exact same thing, but now they have taken it to the next step and will point out all the Jews, except for that Sihk.
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