You know what's even better than fudge?

A Lis who makes fudge. Yummy, yummy fudge.

Mmmm. Fudge.

So, teaching Hebrew school yesterday, some of the kids were doing their copying of words into their notebooks (I give them one word, they glue it in, read it, then copy it over five times, then I give them the next one.) I'd prepared several phrases -- actually, chunks of blessings. Shayna finished the two I was planning on for today, and asked for another one. I told her I wasn't sure. . . I had been HOPING on doing the other ones for next week.

"PLEEASE can I do another bracha?"
"Well. . . . I don't know. . . "
"Oh, come on. . . .PLEEEEEEEEAAASE?"
"Hmmm. Tamara, what do you think? Should we let Shayna do another bracha?"
"Well. . . maybe just this once we can let her do another one. . . "
"THANK YOU!!!!"

We spent more time on the writing exercise than we expected to. Because once the kids saw that SHAYNA got to write more Hebrew, they all insisted on doing more, too. And we had to be fair to them -- we couldn't just let ONE kid do extra work and then refuse to let the other kids do so, too.