And I don't mean the choice of scarf with that hat, either.
(That's what happens when I'm nursing when Zusha is about to leave the house for cheider- I can't check him, and his Tatte doesn't see anything wrong with this choice. Heh heh.)
In the meantime, while you are pondering the issue, let me entertain you with some tidbits about this cute five-and-a-half year old boy.
He loves to talk. Especially to adults. Any opportunity he has, he will tell about his costume, about his siblings' costumes, his cat, his hamster, his deceased hamster and all the other animals we used to have during his lifetime. He is so happy to be able to talk to Adel's therapists whenever he gets a chance.
This child is absolutely in love with his sister. He comes to my bed every morning to play with her. He makes up songs for her. He runs for the opportunity to change her diaper or bring her something. He watches out for her. Even when it seems like he is totally engrossed in his play, he will notice if she put something from the floor in her mouth and will tell me to take it away. Whenever he is angry at me or at his brother, he would scream something like, "Go away! To to a monkey forest! I'll call a car service to take you there. Mama, Tatte, Gedalya... all of you except Adel. Adel and I will live here together."
I really have to restrain myself from laughing!
So, have you pondered?
Here is one last hint before I reveal the answer...
And before the final answer, let me interrupt you with a lolcat.
And a lolcat of our very own:
O hai!
I'z guardin your internetz.
I'm... guardin... of... course...
I...
Now, back to our regularly scheduled programming.
Who guessed right?
That's my silly Zusha.
Notice the snow in the background.
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