So, I haven’t written anything in quite awhile. I guess that means that sometimes life can just be…well…life. And when you’re dealing with six growing children, jobs, a friend going through chemo and getting ready for Pesach, it’s usually a good sign when life is just life.

With that said, here’s a quick cute story from the family.

I think Amichai may be our eternal optimist. It’s possible that his head is in the clouds far enough that he just doesn’t see what’s going on; but it’s also possible that he’s just got a great, optimistic disposition.

So, last week when we were setting the table for Shabbat, I handed him two glasses. As I was handing him the glasses (yes, made of real glass), I thought to myself that it was probably a bad idea.

And just as I was rethinking the decision, Amichai clinked them together – and glass went everywhere.

And there stood Amichai, looking quite surprised, surrounded by glass and holding a shattered cup.

The good news, of course, was that he wasn’t hurt. The bad news? Well, the cup had seen better days.

“Oh Amichai!” I said, showing some of my frustration. “You broke the cup. Look at it.”

Looking down at the jagged part still in his hand, Amichai thought for a second. Then, with a sparkle in his eye, he raised the cup as if to make a toast and said, “Well, it’s still half a cup!”

He doesn’t know the expression about the glass half full or half empty – but this is definitely a kid who looks at a broken, ruined cup and declares that it’s still “half a cup.”

And we all cracked up and started sweeping up glass shards.

Lesson learned from the ever-optimistic seven year old.