He was hanging with some other boys, playing some random video game.
He had a good time, he told me, when he arrived home. But.
But it was very strange, he said. In reference to some of the action during the game, the other kids kept saying, "That's so Jewish." Or, "He's so Jewish."
He didn't understand the reference, but it was said in such a way that he knew it was wrong. So he told them to not say it.
And then he told them twice.
And after the third time, they stopped saying it.
I have many demerits in the "Bad Mother" column. I am grateful that I have a few very important attributes in the "Good Mother" column.
That, my friends, is my boy.