This week, the entire ride back home from Jewish Sunday school involved my children repeatedly singing the shofar song: “I like to hear the shofar blast / sometimes slow and sometimes fast!”

There are a handful of other lyrics, but my kids don’t know them. They’re at a delightful age right now, where everyone is good or bad, and noise exists for the sake of noise. They will sing the chorus continually, because repetition, to the young, is meaningless, as is their sense of time or the future. It’s just fun to keep going.

I try not to pierce their bubble if I don’t have to, but after the eighth time they sang the chorus to “Shofar Blast,” I could not suffer their happy and off-key beltings any longer. Instead, I asked them what they actually knew about the trumpet-like instrument, made fro

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