honey and sting

ooooh, I like this. (I generally do not like gadol stories, since they're often of the kind of "I went to someone's house for friday night dinner and slowly realized that each of the children was refusing one of the courses so it could be fed to me, the guest" and I have a huge horror recoil of literally taking food out of child's mouth just so you can do the mitzvah of having guests for shabbos. I feel the wrong lesson is being taught there. And in the one about the gadol, as a child, not having gotten a fork in his place setting, so just sitting there and not eating until his mother asks why, and he says "because you didn't give me a fork, ima", but he didn't say anything because he didn't want to embarrass her -- thus leading to publicly embarrasing her. Hey, little gadol, go get your own fork.) (um, anyway. This is a good story!)