I’m not really around little kids that often in the winter months. That’s when I live in West Palm Beach Florida, in a condo, next to a University, and close to the business district. I work from home and I don’t get out much. My most regular outings are when I go to synagogue. , doesn’t have many (if any) young families, so I was surprised when a little girl started showing up to services recently. Bella is an adorable six-year old, with a brilliant imagination, personality plus and ten times more smarts than many of the old folk in my community. We became friends. After worship last Shabbat we were having a meal together. Bella dropped some food on her cute little pink dress, and immediately became worried. She told me she would get in trouble when her Daddy saw, so she tried to clean off the spot with her Sprite. I reassured her, like any Grandma would do, that her Daddy would understand, and it was an accident. Read next feature >