Way to perpetuate a stereotype, kid.
And at Passover, too. As my friend Joanna P. would say, “and that is how you make a blood libel joke, Sarah Palin.” Although, maybe she wouldn’t. Joanna P. is right this moment trying to remove an entire jar of Mod Podge from her carpet, so I can’t know for sure.
All I do know for sure is that blood and Jews and Passover are a tricky trinity, and that my Jewish child is in a booster seat singing love songs to a plush blood drop clutched to his cheek.
Why does he have a blood toy at all? He found my main storage bin of plague toys this morning. I had started to haul all of them out of the attic (I blush to tell you how many), to get ready for the annual sort and box activity. Child labor: they do all the sorting and boxing. See DIY Plagues Toys post.
He rooted through the bin, pulling up ziplocs of frogs, locusts, and so on, and he came to a velvet drawstring bag. “Plagues!” he read aloud, loudly, because he can read this year, and he spilled the soft toys onto the floor.
I don’t think this particular plagues set is still available retail, but a few pictures are online. All ten plagues are in fabric form, and some vibrate at the pull of a string. Blood is a velvety drop-shaped blob with two adorable eyes. A blood lovey! His favorite, apparently, even over the plush boil and plush cube of darkness. He chose his “Blood Buddy” as his sleep friend for nap time at school today: his nonJewish school. Ho ho, I can’t wait to hear what happens. . .
I remember when I had never heard of the whole bloody matzah business, nor indeed of any hint of anti-Jewishness in all the world. I had no idea there was such hate and fear, and that it would be as lasting as Mod Podge on carpet. I was as innocent as the kid with the Drop O’ Blood Sleep Lovey, and I was a grown-up.
Long may it last, the innocence that radiates from the 5-point harness system. He’s so excited about Passover. I wouldn’t dream of saying a word against his infatuation with anthropomorphized blood. The irony is funny and painful and hopelessly beautiful. I want this to be the thing that lasts.