This morning I had an interview for a job at our synagogue. The meeting was at the bagel store near Charlotte's school. Of course, this was morning that Charlotte chose to have a little bout of the tears. Poor little girl.
So, there I was with Benjamin and a bagel firmly planted in his face. The meeting/interview was set up spur of the moment from a call last night. Thank G-d, Benjamin had that plain bagel shoved into his face the entire time. He was a happy little dude just gnawing away at that thing.
Thank you Ben!