"He vas vearing a hat."*
* - the punchline to one of my favorite jokes:
Jewish grandmother is besides herself with excitement because her 5-year old grandson, her ONLY grandson, is coming down to Boca Raton to visit her. She rushes out and buys him a new wardrobe and a chest full of toys.
When he arrives, she dresses him in one of his new outfits and takes him down to the beach to show him off to her friends so they can kvell over him. She puts him down at the shoreline with a bucket and plastic shovel and goes back to her chair to watch him.
Suddenly, a freak wave comes in and washes the boy out to sea. Horrified, the grandmother rushes down to the water's edge and stands there, berating god.
"How can you do such a thing? He was my only grandson!! He was only 5 years old, and didn't get a chance to know his bubbe! What kind of God are you that you would do such a thing?!" This goes on for five minutes or so.
Suddenly, another freak wave comes in and sets the boy down, unharmed, at his grandmother's feet. Shocked, she looks him over, and then looks back up at the sky.
"He vas vearing a hat."