Posted by: hatzihatzi | December 27, 2011

Taking your turn the Israeli way

Israelis cannot wait in line. Ever. Every line in Israel is just some sort of mess to get to wherever it is they want to be–the cashier at the grocery store, the bank teller, the turnstile to get to whatever, on board a bus or train. It’s a pushing mess that I’m always afraid will turn into a the Who concert (I feel as though there were too many articles in that sentence). So I don’t know if it’s that E just doesn’t want to wait in line or if it he is actually incapable of recognizing that a line exists. I think it might be genetic.

The other day the three of us were at a fair at the synagogue and Q wanted to go in the bouncy obstacle course. There was an adult standing in front of the two entrances of the bouncy obstacle course facing two rows of children, one row in front of each entrance. Now to me, the man in front of the entrance and the children standing patiently in front of him indicate a line that we must wait in to gain admission to the bouncy obstacle course. Not to E. Or he just totally didn’t notice the man and the rows of excited children. He walked right up to one entrance and tried to shove Q through it. The man in front told him there was a line and only two kids could enter at a time for safety reasons, and E and Q went to the end of the line and waited their turn. Q then went in the bouncy obstacle course, up the slope, down the slide, through the pillars, under the wall, and out the other side.

As is frequent with toddlers, Q wanted to go again and again. But going again meant he had to wait in line, something that he hated deep in his genetic makeup. There was also a bouncy castle, but Q didn’t like that so much. There were too many kids in there that were bigger than him and could knock him over. But in the bouncy obstacle course, the line and the man in the front controlled the number of kids inside at any given time. So after a few turns through, Q’s genes must have figured out that he could just climb up the slope and go down the slide and bounce around the pillars for as long as he wanted rather than continue through to the end of the course leading eventually to the back of the line again. Even better, most of the time he was bouncing alone, as all the other kids were trying to race through the course. And so, while I waited for him to come out at the end of the course, like a good American mother who teaches patience and taking turns, Q bounced around the inside of the obstacle course, while his Israeli father cheered him on. Way to beat the system.

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  1. […] Hatzi Hatzi – Em doesn’t post enough (in my opinion), but when she does I usually find myself snorting things through my nose. This is a really funny post about her Israeli husband teaching their young son how to beat the system. […]


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