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Little Shloimie was sitting on his Zadie’s lap as Zadie read him a bedtime story. From time to time, Shloimie would take his eyes off the book and reach up to touch Zadie’s white beard, and his wrinkled cheek. Shloimie would alternately stroke his own cheek. Finally Shloimie spoke up, "Zadie, did Hashem make you?"
"Yes, Shloimie," he answered. "Hashem made me a long time ago."
"Oh," he paused. "Zadie, did Hashem make me too?"
"Yes, indeed," he said. "Hashem made you just a little while ago."
Feeling their respective faces again, Shoilmie observed, "Hashem’s getting better at it, isn't he?"