They passed me in the hall. Moosh holding Baba's two hands and walking backwards guiding him into her room where they were going to do a game that involved jumping on a mattress we have on the floor in there. Then laughter and shouting. Then "Baba you jump." "Pirshodam (I'm getting old)," he replies. "Pirshodi? (Are you getting old?)." Then more laughter and shouting. Then Moosh, out of breath, and needing a break, "Pirshodam!"
Moosh peering into her soup bowl and maneuvering with her spoon, "Excuse me Cauliflower! I need some broth."
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