I've posted this before, but it seems to be appropriate to this thread. When kids come out to start a new quarter, they almost always ask, "Whose ball?" I look down at the ball and reply, "Uh, some kid named Wilson (or Spaulding, or Nike, etc.)". The younger boys usually get the joke, but the younger girls almost never do.
If they ask, "Is it white ball?" I'll look at it and say, "No, it's kind of brownish-orange". This usually get smiles even from the girls.
__________________
Yom HaShoah
|