The most flattering thing ever.

Okay, so, if you were me, can you imagine anything more flattering than one of my Hebrew school students inviting me to a party at their house? (It's partially a birthday party for her stepfather, and mostly a "it's cold and winter" party)

For her to specifically mention that it's a pot luck party, and that I should bring that chocolate pie that I make.

It's at the same time as the Hot Foods party, but I don't see why I can't stop in at both parties. . .