Kenny announced to his classmates yesterday that he's Jewish. When he told me of his announcement, I asked how his classmates reacted. "They were shocked," he said. Hmmm, wonder why.

"Aren't any of them Jewish?" I asked. "Nope."

"And, so, what would you like about being Jewish?" I continued the exercise in imagination.

"Celebrating Hanukkah," he said. "Lighting the menorah, getting presents every night, playing dreidel¹. 'Though, Mom, you'd have to learn the shapes, you know, the numbers!" he chided. A regular admonishment of his since I admitted to him two weeks ago that I don't know the Hebrew letters very well.

"Numbers, letters," I said, "yeah, I do."

So, after a snack at home, I dropped him off at CCD at church and begged him, "Please don't announce to anyone in your class here that you're Jewish."

He agreed that it could cause some confusion.

¹ Dreidel - Wiki