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It was very crowded at Heshy’s Kosher Market, the local grocery store and the customer at the checkout had a large order. As Heshy himself lifted the final bag for the customer, its bottom gave way, sending the contents crashing to the floor. "They just don't make these bags like they used to," Heshy quipped to the customer. "That was supposed to happen in your driveway!"

The Applebaums were teaching their five year old son Moishe how to make brachot, blessings, before he ate. He was having some trouble so his mother told him that if he can’t remember what to say, he can just say, “Thank you, Hashem, for this delicious food.” One evening, however, Moishie’s mother noticed that he thanked Hashem for the birds, the trees, each of his friends, and asked God to watch over his family and help. Moishie’s mother thought it was so cute and heartfelt. But after Moishie took a spoonful of soup, he gasped, then dropped his spoon into the bowl. "I should have said a longer prayer," he said. "My food is still too hot."