The Motzi...kind of

Today was a really ugly, rainy day out so the girls and I decided to make pizzas and cookies and have a picnic in the sun room.

We had the majority of the picnic on the picnic blanket on the floor but when it was time for dessert, Ella decided we needed to say the Motzi, the blessing over the food, for our cookies, at the table.

Here she is (kind of) saying the Motzi. A future Rabbi, perhaps? An American Idol superstar? Ummm, most likely not. Poor thing-a speech articulation issue + trying to speak in Hebrew isn't so easy.