By Yehudit Samet
We were getting ready to leave after a two-day visit with my parents. I was dressing the baby, while my husband carried out the luggage and car seat. I took another look around the room to see if we had forgotten anything, and then went downstairs to say good-bye to the family.
As I opened the front door to leave, the heat hit me. What a scorcher. It was midday and the sun was beating down. I hurried to the car, anxious to get the baby inside, out of the strong sun. I pulled on the handle and bent to settle the baby, when I saw that my husband had thrown in the car seat backwards. He could have spent the extra minute to put it in place and save me the trouble, I thought. What happened to his usual consideration?
Just then my husband came out with the last bag. He saw me trying to adjust the seat with one hand and hurried over to help. “You can fry an egg in this sun,” he commented as he put the seat in place. “I didn’t want to put the baby into a hot seat,” he added, as if reading my thoughts.
“That’s why I turned it around – so it wouldn’t be facing the sun.” (The Other Side of the Story)
Reprinted from the Parshas Haazinu/Sukkos 5782 email of The Weekly Vort.
