They learn, they daven, and they play basketball. Oh, and yes, they eat

It’s bein hazmanim and the boys are home.

You don’t even have to walk into the house to deduce that; one look at the driveway — with the car parked on a slant, and bikes and balls strewn around — is enough to let you know that the house has been hijacked. The dining room table is littered with hats and jackets and tefillin. Breakfast starts at ten and continues straight till noon. The grill is going all night long. You thought the freezer was well stocked with chicken, hot dogs, and burgers, but it seems like every day you’ve got to go shopping again. These boys can eat!

They’re good boys and you’re so thankful. They learn, they daven, and they play basketball. Oh, and yes, they eat.