Last night we went to dinner at Fontinello’s, a really delicious Italian restaurant. Davis ordered grilled chicken with some pasta. When the chicken arrived it was covered in sauce. Nana told Davis it was ketchup. Davis looked at her and said, “No, Nana, it’s menorah.”

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