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I was hunkered down last night trying to fight off a miserable cold and watching the NFL wildcard playoff game between the Carolina Panthers and my retched New York Giants.
Just before his bedtime, my five-year-old son climbed into bed with me. I explained who the blue team was, and who the white team was, and what they were doing (although I was at a loss to explain what the Giants were exactly trying to do).
He listened to the commentators for awhile, and then asked me in Hebrew, “Are they talking about the prime minister?”
Like most Israelis, we had been tuning in regularly to the nonstop coverage of Prime Minister Sharon’s condition, and Matan has gotten used to the talking heads, and the scenes from outside Hadassah Medical Center. And for sure, he can identify a photo of Sharon now.
“No, honey, they’re talking about the football game,” I told him.
“Why, don’t they care about the prime minister?” he asked.
“Well, sort of, but in America, they have their own leader called the president, so they don’t care about our prime minister as much.”
He thought about that for a while and then responded, “Well, I hope their president doesn’t get sick too.”
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