One nice thing: the other day, he announced that I was the coolest Ima ever. Why? I asked him? Well, he said, no one else's mother was a spy and a rabbi. I suppose this is very likely true, even if the kind of spy I was didn't really have anything to do with the kind of spy he's thinking of, and I did try to explain that. Still, I'm not likely to remain cool long, so I'm enjoying it while I can.
Also, I get to be the world's most excellent Ima when I make black beans and rice for dinner. Which is nice.