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“It was your family’s turn for Oneg Shabbat. It may not seem like a ‘big deal,’ bringing fruit and cookies for Friday-night services, but it’s important to our school, to our community.”

“How about I reach out to your mother? I’ll call her. And we’ll give you a new date for Oneg Shabbat. Maybe in the spring?”

“Dad! It’s not funny. We forgot Oneg Shabbat at synagogue. I know it’s my responsibility, but Mrs. Gruver acted like it’s Mom’s fault.”

“Don’t forget, Elisheva, it’s your family’s turn for Oneg Shabbat in a few weeks. Cookies and juice. We’re counting on you,” Mrs. Gruver says as she leaves us to prey on another poor, defenseless Hebrew-school student.

And getting chewed out by Mrs. Gruver for forgetting Oneg Shabbat isn’t going to help.