Mordechai's having his siddur party tomorrow. It's so exciting and emotional for me. I feel like it's a mini Bar Mitzva! It is quite a milestone, after all. It goes without saying, of course, that he is absolutely beaming with pride and excitement!
For the occasion (and because his hair was starting to resemble that of the Beatles), I gave him a haircut tonight. It is my custom to play the part of "barber" when I cut his hair because it distracts him enough to give me another few moments of wriggle-free trimming. As any good barber does, I engaged the customer in conversation...
Me: So what's the occasion for this haircut, sir?
Mordechai: Oh, I'm having a party tomorrow.
Me: Oh! What kind of party?
Mordechai (apparently assuming I was either a gentile barber or a non-observant Jew): It's a book party.
Me: A book party? Why would you make a party for a book?
Mordechai: It's a holy book.