David Jacobs |1

It was the eighth and last night of Hanukkah. David's mother, Esther, was in the kitchen cooking some typical Hanukkah dishes, like latkes and some sufganiyot for after the meal. You were sitting at the kitchen counter, listening to Esther tell you stories about her three children, Davey, Sarah and Les. Davey was going to get the dishes from the kitchen when he heard his mother telling you the stories "Ugh, mom... do you really have to tell that? It's embarrassing..." David grumbled