"When's her birthday?"

"December 25th. We got through the day this year without any tension but in years to come, it may become difficult."

"Oh, do you celebrate Christmas?"

"Yes. Of course."

What made you think otherwise? The menorah and dreidels on the bookcase shelves? The pictures of Israel on the walls? The Hebrew primer in the bathroom? The Genesis commentary on the kitchen table?

I told Jeff, and he's like, "Yeah, right. I can understand the confusion."

It's not the first time my religious affiliation has been presumed to be other than it is. Oy!

UPDATE: Jeff reminded me that Timmy likes to tell people he's Jewish. So, naturally ...