The other day, I was at a shabbos meal, minding my own business, spacing out, when I hear a kid crying. I look up, and I see a boy, about three years old, sitting on his mom’s lap as she’s talking, and he is moaning and sobbing and clearly bothered by something.
Or was he? Because looking closer, he was not actually crying. No tears were being produced. …
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