Journal Entry

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Saving up my willpower

In the midst of our busy Friday (before picking up Aviva at her piano lesson to rush her across town by bicycle to her trapeze lesson), Noah and I are in the Koscher-Laden buying champagne and juice for Rabbi Barbara Borts's last service at Migwan.

As I'm paying, I'm chatting with the proprietors about Noah's Hebrew (he was reading the french fry package, haltinglly) and Migwan's afternoon Hebrew classes for kids. "Migwan has a school now?" they say, raising their eyebrows. They seem guardedly pleased -- and also tickled, as if by a juicy piece of gossip.

Then, I notice that Noah is sitting on the floor by the cash register, covering his eyes with his hands.

"Noah," I say, "what's up?"

"I'm trying not to look," Noah says.

"Why is that?" I ask.

"I'm saving up my willpower," Noah says.

Slightly confused, I search the immediate surroundings. The propreiors chuckle.

"Aha," I say, "you mean because there is candy here?"

"Yes," says Noah, "and ice cream. Snickers." Taking his hands from his eyes, he points to the sign depicting a Snickers ice cream bar. It does look pretty good.

The propreitors and I smile indulgently. "And you are saving your willpower not to ask for any?"

"No," Noah says, somewhat annoyed. "I don't want any, because I'm saving up my willpower."

"Oh," I say, and pay for the champagne, and say goodbye to the proprietors. "Okay, well, we have watermelon in the trailer."

"I'm saving up my willpower for Migwan tonight," Noah says.

We go out. "I see," I say. "Well, there will be lots of good things to eat at Migwan tonight. You can save your appetite for those."

"Daddy," Noah says, "you don't get it. I'm not saving up my willpower so I can eat. I'm saving up my willpower because we're saying goodbye to Barbara tonight."

"Oh," I say, stopping in my tracks.

Noah waves his hands, underlining the obvious. "I don't want to collapse in the middle of the party!"

"You are avoiding sugar," I say, dumbfounded, "to manage your mood."

"Of course," says Noah, and gets in to the trailer.


Posted by benrosen at September 1, 2009 12:21 PM | Up to blog
Comments

Kid's smarter than many American adults.

Posted by: Joseph Charpak at September 1, 2009 02:17 PM

Holy moly. a) General consciousness re: food/body interactions has undergone vast cultural shifts since I was wee, b) Well told story (of course), and c) As ever, your kids are awesome.

Posted by: Karen at September 1, 2009 03:25 PM

Wow... I'm 22 and still utterly fail at that one... Way to go Noah!

Posted by: Em Tersoff at September 1, 2009 03:54 PM

Brilliant.

Posted by: Rachel Heslin at September 2, 2009 07:11 AM

What trailer? You lost me there.

Of course I am impressed with Noah -- as always.

Posted by: Mom at September 2, 2009 08:32 PM

WOW.

Posted by: Haddayr at September 10, 2009 11:10 PM

"trailer" = bicycle trailer

Posted by: Benjamin Rosenbaum at September 11, 2009 06:46 AM
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