After his first ravenous bite Moses had bethought himself of his responsibilities.
"It's for the _kinder_," he explained.
"_Nu_, the _kinder_!" snorted Malka disdainfully.

"And what will they give thee for it?
Verily, not a thank you.

In my young days we trembled before the father and the mother, and my mother, peace be upon him, _potched_ my face after I was a married woman.

I shall never forget that slap--it nearly made me adhere to the wall.

But now-a-days our children sit on our heads.