“I love you, Blood Buddy,” came a sweet croon from the back of the car, “I looooove blood!”
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. Continue reading