I used to be within the fourth grade when a boy handed me pink, plastic-wrapped goodies and requested me to be his valentine. It was within the coatroom, as a result of at Jewish day faculty, Valentine’s Day was not allowed. My father all the time stated it was a “pagan vacation,” so I didn’t assume a lot about handing the candies again, however solely after their elements. “Right here,” I stated. “These aren’t kosher, anyway.”
