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February 15, 2007 | 7:00 pmWhen my husband and I put our 2-year-old to bed, we help him with the usual array of activities: changing into pajamas, reading a book, drinking milk, singing songs and -- most beloved to me -- chanting the Shema and Ve'ahavta.
Each evening at the conclusion of the nighttime Shema,...