אין מפטירין אחר הפסח אפיקומן
No, it wasn’t that sort of Seder. Children under the age of nine outnumbered the adults. There were חד גדיא colour-in placemats, ping-pong balls rained down during the recounting of the plague of hail, key participants kept slipping away from the table to chase each other around the living room … You get the picture.
Still, I was impressed by my 3-year old’s elementary, but incisive grasp of the essentials of the affair:
Pharoah was a bad king. He said, “No, no, no! I will not let them go!”
Longtime readers of this blog may be curious about one other aspect of the evening. After last year’s near-fiasco, this year I spent an extra amount of time at Central Market’s horseradish root counter, pondering my options, before selecting, at last, a hefty club-like item. This year’s batch, I am pleased to say, was a … religious experience.
Posted by distler at April 6, 2004 12:38 AM
Re: אין מפטירין אחר הפסח אפיקומן
I don’t know how I got here, but it is amazing that the stories of Jewish topics never are heard. I ain’t Jewish, but I certainly don’t like it when something like the book BBQ happens, and the story is lost. Of course, if an Israeli got hit in the face with a rock, then shot whoever threw it, then it would be on the news. Bastards.