I always do in the kitchen, preparing lunch for students industrious knock on the door in a few hours, sweaty, hungry and cheering. I roll my mind the conversation flowing and joyful is run in three voices will be open the door. Mother asks, interested, Guy and Itamar answer and numbers. In recent days, we are planning the Purim carnival. Who disguises himself as to what, who needs makeup and possibly a mask. Will they be mysterious magicians or perhaps brave pirates?
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While playing with colorful Purim thoughts, my hands abandon the labor calendar and are playing dress-sweet. Roll chocolate cake left orphaned round balls coated and decorated - and here lollipops. Finance drawer finds sweet tiny ice cream cones filled with cream, a variety of pampering last visit local kiosk - and here's Chocolate Clowns Purim. And mother, I rejoiced.
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