Rosh Hashanah

So Tuesday night my family minus one (Arnie was out of town) decided that before bed we would have some apples dipped in honey to celebrate the sweet new year (a Jewish tradition). Carter had put a bowl of applesauce on his head during dinner thanks to Jadon and Cole egging him on. I was in a hurry to get them served and into bed on time since they had school the next day. So I quickly dumped Carter into the bath and as the water was draining I encouraged him to get out quickly. I was met with protest. He loves his baths. So I said, "Carter we have to get out fast so that we have time to have apples and honey for Rosh Hashanah." That sufficed and he hopped out. As I was changing him he said, "Is she here yet?" Is who here yet, I asked. Carter's response: "Mrs. Shana." So then I had to explain that Rosh Hashana wasn't a person, but a holiday. He repeated: "She's not a person, she's a holiday." Okay...close enough. So we were all set to sit down and eat our apples. Carter was loving the honey, which he has never been allowed to have before (for those non-parent readers, honey often carries botulism spores harmful to young children). So I said, "Carter, do you know where honey comes from?" No answer. I say, "Bees make honey." Carter replies, "No they don't, Mrs. Shanah makes honey." Oh well...I guess we'll work on the whole "not a person" thing next year!