“Dreidel, dreidel dreidel… I made it out of clay
Dredel, dreidel, dreidel… With dreidel, I shall play.”
Had an awesome Jewish dinner last night and the host gave me a dreidel. Josh loves the song he heard on Sesame Street and makes us sing it all the time when he spins his tops, which could be anything from a wheel of a dismembered toy car, a block, a ten-cent coin. Now, he’s got a real one.