It's been a rough couple of days, for reasons I may explain another time, but I was cheered enormously this morning by a report from my sister about her daughter (my five-year-old niece), who is clearly receiving an excellent religious upbringing.
Unlike her younger brother (not to mention her Aunt Erika!), little R doesn't fall asleep very easily, and often chats with her various stuffed animals before drifting off. Last night, as my sister paused outside my niece's bedroom door, she heard R holding the following discussion with "Bunny" and peers:
"So when there are 3 stars in the sky on Saturday night, then Shabbat is over. But what, do you ask, happens when you can't see any stars at all? Then Shabbat would last forever....Hmmm. That really makes no sense."
I think we have a Talmudist on our hands.