Yehudah was 99.9 percent sound asleep when I heard it. Oh, no

Thank You, Hashem, I'm thrilled to have turned into a bubby.

A real live bubby, imagine that.

After the shalom zachar and bris fanfare died down and life went back to normal, I spotted my chance to get my hands on the little cutie. I sweetly volunteered to watch him for a few hours while my daughter-in-law napped. I was entrusted with the precious bundle in his Doona, paci in his mouth, tucked snug as a bug in a rug in his blanket. The weather was lovely so I decided to take him for a walk.

Aah. Alone at last.

I’d been informed that it was time for Yehudah’s nap. It was peaceful and quiet outside, aside from some birds chirping delicately in the background. This should be a piece of cake.