The world. It's too effing small. Tiny, really.
See, having grown up in the Old Country, I knew next to nothing about the religious aspects of being a Jew. I have since worked on rectifying this particular deficiency, but that is not the point of this post, except that one of the consequences has been my rabbi asking me last year to go look at this one Jewish day school. They are different, she said. You will like it, she said. Long story short, I went, I looked, I liked. Which surprised me for a variety of reasons, but again-- not the point here. Since I liked, JD was dispatched to also look, and he also liked. So we applied and after a little bit of drama, Monkey was admitted.
One more foray into ancient history here. Indulge me, please. So. I came to the Big University a couple of years after we arrived in this country, and eventually got involved with the Jewish student group on campus. But there were a few people, mostly of the very privileged background, that I didn't really get along with. Two of them, Jon and Rachel, were a couple, and Rachel and I had many a disagreement throughout the years. Last one of those came on the alum email list when I was very pregnant with Monkey. The reason it started is irrelevant, but it was over whether or not a pregnant woman needs access to a hospital. Seeing as I had previa, and didn't know whether I would be able to deliver or would need a C-section, I was rather unamused with her point of view that a laboring woman does not need to go to a hospital since women have given birth at home for thousands of years, and that's exactly what she, as a very pregnant woman herself, was planning on doing.
If you are playing along, you have now without a doubt realized who I met as I walked into the meeting for future Kindergarteners and their parents this morning. Right. But did you also guess they have a brand spanking new 3 month old baby too? If you did, you have a sense of humor as warped as the universe's.