You watch Curious George as a kid and see a monkey making trouble.
You watch it as a father and suddenly respect the Man with the Yellow Hat. He is one of us, a tired guy who works hard, raises a chaotic little kid, and somehow does it without yelling or losing it.
Hats off to him.
Then you wonder if Hashem looks at us the same way, with all our chaos and all our messes, and somehow still has that much patience.
Maybe that is why everything always works out for George in the end. Not because he deserves it, but because someone is watching over him the whole time.
Curious George's creators, Hans Augusto and Margret Rey, were German Jews living in Paris when Nazis invaded in 1940. They fled on bicycles with the manuscript for Curious George in their bags, hours before Paris fell, eventually reaching the US via Spain and Brazil.
There is a theory that it was their own lifestyle that motivated writing about a monkey who was always running to the next thing.
This was a great note.
Not only did it offer the sweet insight about The Man in the Yellow Hat, it also really pulled me right into the story. Minimalist burst of reconnection to an icon of my childhood, while resonating with life as an abba in E"Y. Sweet!