Friday. 7:30 pm. I’m at a friend’s home. The wife and kids have lit the Shabbos candles. They’re religious. He’s not so much.
I sit with him on the couch and watch the Laker game.
First, one kid comes over and turns off the TV. “Shabbos!” she says.
“We’ve still got 18 minutes,” he says and turns it back on.
Two minutes later, the seven year old walks over and turns off the TV. Then she turns to me and says, more accusation than question, “I thought you were religious!”