It didn’t matter what she said, she knew. Amram would always be right

Welcome to the interrogation room.

The room was actually Amazing Savings, because Amram had decided that they needed to buy nice chargers now that they were going to be hosting their new couple for Shabbos meals. Leebie was bombed after a long day at work, and still recovering from the week of sheva brachos, but he’d insisted, so they went.

Now, in the dishes aisle, he kept up his questioning.

“I don’t get it, Leebie. Why did you drive him? We agreed that the next time he misses his bus, he’s going to stay home.”

No, they hadn’t agreed. Amram had made that decision, but she wasn’t on board at all. She wasn’t staying home from work to babysit a perfectly healthy ten-year-old boy because he was playing chess in the morning instead of getting dressed. And she certainly wasn’t taking Shaya along to work with her.

“He’ll never learn to take responsibility if he knows you’ll always jump to the rescue,” Amram went on. “It’s the only way to teach him.”

“He was playing chess! Staying home is not a punishment for him, it’s a treat. The only ones we’re punishing are ourselves.”

She didn’t want to hear another word about Shaya’s missed bus. The sight of him sitting over his electronic chess board, in pajamas, two minutes before he had to go out to his bus, made her blood boil all over again. She hadn’t exchanged a word with him throughout the entire ride to school. Everything about that morning had been lose-lose. And now Amram had complaints.

It didn’t matter what she said, she knew. Amram would always be right.