Tuesday, February 20, 2007

A bris - a day you're glad you don't remember!

Today marked the first bris of a son of a friend of ours. We have non-Jewish friends who have had sons, but this was the first bris of our generation!

This baby was a real trooper! He cried a little during the main event (wouldn't you?), but as soon as it was over, he was a champ. Of course, the wine must not have hurt, either.

It was an exciting day, and we wish him all the best as he starts life's journey.


  1. As I was reading this, I got hung up on that first sentence, and had to re-read it a couple times to make sure I was actually misinterpreting it in a reasonable way. :)

    "Today marked the first bris of a son of a friend of ours."
    - Youch! How many brises is that poor boy going to be having, if this is only the first one?

    (*rimshot* Thank you, what a terrific audience.)

  2. Dave -

    Luckily, only one :-)

    We both read that sentence and had the same thought you did. But, in the end, couldn't come up with a better way of saying: "Holy Crap, our friends are having babies!" So we left it as is.