Last night I met one of my students, for the first time.
His family came to Crown Heights for a l'chaim.
The boy, we'll call him Mendy, introduced me to his father.
"Ah! I recognized you right away!" he says to me.
"It's nice to meet you, Rabbi X."
"I see you all the time on the computer," he tells me.
"Well, at least one of you is watching class," I laughed, with his son standing next to us.
"Yeah, I'm in class more than he is," Rabbi X. tells me.
"It's like: Mendy, come quick, I think he's asking you a question! What do I do?" I joked.
"That's exactly what happens!"
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