Lazy Dad's Guide to Everything

My nephew became a bar mitzvah yesterday (mazel tov, Eli!), so it was a whirlwind of family activities. I’ve concluded that a bar/bat mitzvah celebration (as put on by the Lazy family) is akin to a Big Fat Chinese-Russian-Jewish Wedding, so the fact that my sister and brother-in-law have done this for all three of their children is both super-impressive and totes mind-boggling.

I told busy daddy that if we were Jewish and the boy became a bar mitzvah, the party would likely involve takeaway Chinese eats and minimal party planning because I was tired just watching people put together yesterday’s festivities. Busy daddy said I would make a terrible Chinese Jew. Oh well.

The rabbi told us in advance (as did my sister and brother-in-law) that taking photos during the service was not allowed, so I didn’t, you know, take pictures. But someone in the Lazy family (ahem, lazy grandpa, *cough*) may or may not have been reprimanded reminded at least once by the rabbi from the bimah that photography was not allowed.

The boy was a trooper and managed to remain focused and reverent throughout the nearly two hour service. Turns out going to temple (or church) is a pretty effective way to reduce the wiggles for the boy.