“Hi, Mother,” I’d say. “Sammy, David’s son’s bris is next Thursday.” “I know,” I’d say, “but I’m scheduled to be out of town that day.” “Sammy, David’s son’s bris is next Thursday.” “I know,” I’d repeat. “But I’ve got an appointment out of town.” “Sammy, David’s son’s bris is next Thursday.” Sigh. “I’ll be there.”
