Max: Why didn’t your brother go to the bar mitzvah?

Me: I don’t know. Should he have gone?

Max: Yeah, he’s Channukah  [Jewish].

Max: I want a Bar Miztvah.

He says he has four years.

He asks what Reid will do next year on his Bar Mitzvah date and the year after that. Will he have a party every year? He doesn’t understand it’s a one-time holiday, just once in your life. It takes a lot to explain this, and I am still not sure he gets it. Every holiday he knows recurs each year.

Why wasn’t the rabbi there? (at the Bar Mitzvah reception)

Why are there so many temples here (in Cherry Hill)?

Max gets a skull and crossbones pained t-shirt while all the other children gets things like peace signs.

Why do those kids have big yamulkes? (the Rabbi’s kids)

Am I Jewish/  (I told him he’s half-Jewish).

Will we see where Reid and Morgan live? (We did not go to their house)

We came all this way for his Shabbat (he means Bar Mitzvah).

When will we see Reid and Morgan again?