Oooo, reverse psychology. That’s what my dad used on me I’m told. When I was four years old and just in Sunday School for the first time I was acting up. Imagine that, me acting up. So my dad came and took me outside and told me “Okay, you don’t have to go to Sunday School. In fact, I’m not going to let you go to Sunday School. Remember that Christmas program last year? You’re never going to get to do that, or play the fun games in class.” I’m told that after his little speech to me I wanted to go to Sunday School.
Who are these handsome people? Where are your kids?
I feel so old!
Nah… they’re too smart to fall for simple reverse psychology. 
Zev Steinhardt
My mother made the world’s best hamantaschen; after all, she grew up in a bakery. My favorites were always the poppyseed ones.
Is there a non-Jewish name for these? Or some similar goyim pastry? I could have sworn I’ve seen these in some bakeries, and, to my knowledge, the bakeries were not run by Jewish people.
And even if they have been assimilated into the broad culture, I don’t remember them having that name.
Oh G-d, I remember them being so much younger! Looking at them now, I hear Sunrise Sunset.
Meant to comment earlier…
Wow! They’re so grown up.
Glad to see they’re still making the Hamantaschen!
My favorite also -but stay away from them if you’re going to have to take a drug test.