Periodically, we‘d take a trip up into the hill country to visit my cousin Eliza and her son, who was a few months older than Yeshie and affectionately known as “John the Dunker“. When the kids were little, at least once every visit, Yeshie and J-the-D would ask “Uncle Zekki“ to tell them about the time he had argued with an angel… And then the two boys would be off, taking turns either flapping their wings or gesticulating like a dumbfounded man (literally!) At some point late one afternoon, Yeshie posed a riddle: “What do John-the-Dunker and Winnie-the-Pooh have in common?“ We all just stood there scratching our heads until Yeshie proudly announced, “The same middle name!“ It took a second, but then we burst out laughing as we finally “got“ it. But not to be outdone, little J-the-D piped up with “Hey—we both love honey too!“
On a odd note, though, I think it was a few weeks after that visit when Yeshie confided to us that he‘d seen his cousin catching locusts and popping them in his mouth, crunching happily and singing, “Betcha can‘t eat just one!“ “Ewwww, it was sooooo GROSS, Eema!“ I had to agree—and Joe quipped, “Good for fiber?!“
**YESHIE: Imaginative Tales of a Mother as Told by Another / amf
What on EARTH is she thinking now?! 