Last night I got an email from my mother that if we had a boy, we would need to have an Orthodox mohel perform the ceremony. And if the bris had to be on Shabbat, he would need to stay at the house.
I told her that there is a Chabad and that I could arrange to have the mohel stay there (again pretty early for this discussion).
I told Adam about the email and his response was - "why should we have a butcher stay here?!?"
I thought it was calling the mohel a butcher, because of what he does.
I then realized he confused the term mohel with schocet (a butcher).
And we got a really great laugh out of it - and it felt good.
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