I made a drawring today:

It loses something in the scan...

When I was growing up in Wisconsin, we had a neighbor boy, maybe 10 years old, who would frequently pelt our house with crab apples and yell "Go home, rabbi!!"

My dad would say,"Joey, we are home. And I'm not a rabbi. Go back inside." And Joey would, and that would be that, for awhile.

That's funny.

His sister later married a member of our tribe. That's funnier.