There's an old story in my dad's family, where, he, like Joey, is one boy sandwiched among four sisters. When he was young, his older sisters decided they didn't like him and they wrapped him in newspapers and threw him in the trash can. Knowing my dad's ornery nature and guessing he's been that way since birth, that story always makes me smile. For some reason this sequence of pictures reminds me of that story.
Maybe it's because in the end
Tikvah looks none too pleased about the arrangement.
Much like, I imagine, my father must have felt as he awaited rescue from the garbage.