Mordechai's (6) having his siddur party tomorrow. For the occasion (and because his hair was starting to resemble that of the Beatles), I gave him a haircut tonight. It is my custom to play the part of "barber" when I cut his hair because it distracts him enough to give me another few moments of wriggle-free trimming. As any good barber does, I engaged the customer in conversation...
Me: So what's the occasion for this haircut, sir?
Mordechai: Oh, I'm having a party tomorrow.
Me: Oh! What kind of party?
Mordechai (apparently assuming I was either a gentile barber or a non-observant Jew): It's a book party.
Me: A book party? Why would you make a party for a book?
Mordechai: It's a holy book.