When I got to therapy last night there were three boys in the waiting room. A few minutes later the woman who turns out to be their mother enters the waiting room and thanks the boys for being quiet while she was in session.
One of the boys then asks if they can go to WalMart because he has a gift card from his birthday. The mom says “You can buy groceries with it.” The kid kind of frowns. Another kid goes “Roz bought him that. Roz said that Jewish people didn’t like to spend money.” It is at this point, I notice the Hebrew writing on one of their backpacks. The mom responds with a question or an exclamation, I’m not sure: “What?!”
Another kid chimes in: “How did they come up with that Jewish people didn’t like to spend money?”
And another goes “Do you like to spend money mom?”
And she goes “it has nothing to do with me being Jewish–it has to do with the fact that I have four of you,” (obviously one of them wasn’t there) “and that costs a lot of money.”
After a period of short silence, one of the kids chimes in: “And the economy is a mess.”