When my eldest daughter was a teeny weeny thing in the WIZO day care center, she had a little boyfriend. He used to sing her the love song from Don Bluth’s “Thumbelina” (Barry Manilow, what can I say?); they both dressed up as Power Rangers in Purim (she was the red one and he was the blue one). They were inseparable, quite oblivious to the rest of the world. They were the cutest couple you ever saw. The romance ended abruptly when they reached the ripe old age of nearly four and his family moved to Karkur.

She doesn’t remember him.

Anyway, I hope he and his family were nowhere near the blast.