This evening at the house of worship, my child performed in a lovely hip hop routine to Ke’Sha’s “Tik Tok.” She did a fabulous job from what I could see between the two bricks in the front row and I was so proud to capture her right profile for the dance.

But the proudest moment was when I passed gas on the long hallway to retrieve my child’s clothing. The long, echo-ey hallway where I saw I was alone for the 50 feet ahead of me. What I didn’t see nor hear, was the light footed new rabbi, tip toeing behind me who probably tried to stifle a hysterical laugh.