MEN, YOU MIGHT NOT WANT TO READ THIS. IT'S EVER SO SLIGHTLY INAPPROPRIATE, BUT SHOSH SAYS IT'S SO FUNNY I HAVE TO SHARE IT.
You've been warned.
Most kids have some type of security blanket. Dovi is no different. He has his num num-because when he holds it he makes this cute little sound-it sounds sort of like "numnumnumnumnum".
This security blanket is actually a slip. Yes, a woman's slip.
No, not my slip. We got him his own nums-they are long black slips (Raphi, you know exactly what I'm talking about!)-you can't really tell what they are unless you look closely.
Otherwise, they look just like black silky blankets. We've tried to buy lengths of plain material, but they just don't just it-Dovi likes the fact that they are sewn into a circle-he likes to get in his num-I'll have to snap a picture when I remember.
Background taken care of, let's move onto the story.
When Dovi was two, I went back to school to finish my degree that I had put on hold when he was born, and y'know, I had about 400 appointments every week, not to mention getting used to feeding my child via a tube into his stomach.
Well. Dovi went to this amazing, wonderful, generous ultra Orthodox couple that ran a home day care out of their house. They were magnificent-they learned how to feed him, and were patient and loving to him.
Remember, though, that it was a husband and wife-as in the husband was present
Now that we've gotten that out of the way.
So I started school a few days a week at 8 am (so I had to leave at 7:30), and day care opened at 8. Or some such thing. So my mother and mother in law would generously come over and watch Dovi for that half an hour and take him to day care, and I'd pick him up after I finished school.
I'm not telling who it was to protect the innocent...but...
One day, I went to pick him up.
I took him home.
I opened up his backpack.
A full slip.
Creamy, Strappy, Lace trim and all.
It looked rather lingerie-ish. (no it wasn't a negligee everyone. It was really a full slip. Not even sure why I owned it.)
Yes. It seems that whomever took him that morning was not able to find his regular num (maybe it was in the laundry?), so they decided to go into my drawers, and found a full slip.
Which they sent to the ultra Orthodox day care with the MAN who worked there.
They never spoke of the event, and neither did I.