Writer's Workshop: Apparently, I Can't Be Jewish

Writer's Workshop. If you've been reading long enough, you know the drill.

Today's Prompt? You're not always right....No, you're not....No, you're not....No, you're not....Tell us about a time you were wrong.

It's the night before Easter Sunday in 2004. My brother is visiting David and I for the weekend, and I my brother and I have made plans to visit my aunt and uncle in the morning. We're all watching TV, talking and laughing.

I start cleaning or reading or doing some kind of task that ends in ing....I'm not really sure.

David starts heading upstairs to find something, and asks what my aunt and uncle are planning to do tomorrow. Not really paying attention, I say, "I don't know..Have Easter dinner?"

David's head pops around the wall. He gives me a blank stare. He says, "Jewish people do not celebrate Easter." My brother, totally ready for a show because, let's face, I'm too stubborn to back down, straightens up on the couch.

I say, "Yeah...Yeah they do. They celebrate Easter. I bet you." David says, "No, they don't.
"Yes, they do." "No, they don't." "Yes, they.....Wait, do they?" I look at Justin. He shakes his head. I look at David. He shakes his head. Then the light bulb goes off...."Oh...They don't. It's passover."

David starts upstairs again. Then he backs up and says, "Oh, Chantel, don't forget to take them that picture of Jesus you got them." Then he ran up the stairs laughing while my brother pretty much died on the couch behind me.

The next day when I told my aunt and uncle the story, my aunt laughed until she cried, and then she laughed some more. My uncle did the same.

Yup...I don't think I can be Jewish.