First we had to eat all of the chametz, then we had to clean all of the chametz, then we had to burn all of the chametz, then we had the week of Pesach... A whole lot of cleaning followed by a whole lot of eating. Us Jews really have a food-fixation thing, huh?!
A Buzz Story to leave you off with:
Buzz ended gan at noon today. Back at home he was excited to spend some mid-week hours with his toys. He was playing happily so I made myself comfortable and relaxed. A little while later Buzz came running to my side shouting excitedly and waving his hand around in a gesture that indicated that he had something magnificent to share with me.
He reached my side, shoved his hand in my face and babbled excitedly about how he found a new friend. Well it took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the sight so up close but when the image came into focus I realized that what held clutched gingerly in his fingers was a real-live squirming freaking-out jumping spider.
I shrieked and told him to drop it. Then I picked up a shoe, but panicked because 'spiders are our friends!!! and I couldn't bring myself to hurt it. I gently pushed it under the bed with a fervent prayer that it would find its way out the other side.
Buzz was devastated by the loss of his new little buddy. He ran and grabbed his flashlight, got down on the floor by the bed, and started searching for it.
Sadly/thankfully the spider was nowhere to be found and Buzz seemed content with my observation that the spider had probably gone to find some other bugs to eat for snack.
We had a talk about how it is unadvisable to pick up any creepy crawlers or animals in general without the express permission of a grown-up. With that the saga of the spider ended and Buzz went off to find some snacks of his own.
At least I hope the saga of the spider is over. I really don't want to wake up with it crawling in my bed...