“Mom! Look! I’m just like a little Jewish boy!”
“No, Son. You’re nothing like a little Jewish boy. You’re simply a little boy who stuck a cup on the back of his head”
You know, I try. My house is filled with books on Judaism, and we celebrate many Jewish holy days. I’ve taught the boys everything I can about Judaism, and I’m not Jewish.
But, if my ex mother-in law overheard that conversation? It would only serve to reaffirm her belief that my lack of Jewishness is just one of the many, many ways I’ve ruined her only son’s life. Bless her heart.