One night Rivkah Epstein found her husband Shmuel standing over their newborn baby’s crib.
Silently, Rivkah watched him. As Shmuel stood looking down at the sleeping infant, she saw on his face a mixture of emotions: disbelief, doubt, delight, amazement, enchantment, skepticism.
Touched by his unusual display of deep emotions, Rivkah felt her eyes grow moist.
She approached her husband. “A penny for your thoughts,” she whispered in his ear lovingly.
“It’s amazing,” Shmuel replied. “I just can’t see how anybody can make a crib like that for only $39.95!”
As the plane settled down at Ben Gurion airport, the voice of the Captain came on:
“Please remain seated with your seatbelt fastened until this plane is at a complete standstill and the seat belt signs have been turned off.”
“To those of you standing in the aisles, we wish you a Happy Chanukah.”
“To those who have remained in their seats, we wish you a Merry Christmas.”
Shulem and Pessy Schechter were parents in a typical Chassidic family with many children. They had ten kids, thank God, six boys and four girls. One night, Shaindy, their oldest, was chatting with her mother about how their parenting style had changed from the first child to the last. Pessy answered that she had mellowed a lot over the years:
“When your oldest sister coughed or sneezed, I called the ambulance. When your youngest brother swallowed a nickel, I just told him it was coming out of his allowance.”