As I mentioned last week, we went to Arkansas to celebrate Passover with my family. By some miracle comparable to the parting of the Red Sea, the parent generation overruled the grandparents, and we all went to the community Seder at the synagogue.
Between us and my brother, we have 6 energetic, excited toddlers, ranging in age from 2.5 to 4. Even though we had 8 adults, it was not what most would call a "manageable" situation.
Gram bought Pearl a new dress for the occasion. Although she complained about it at first, later that night at bedtime she said that wearing the dress was her favorite part of the day.
She did not care for the religious ceremony too much, concluding "that guy must be too wise for me." The "guy" she refers to is the rabbi.
Carrie, the youngest of the children, tried to find ways that she could participate. In this photo, she is trying to enact the plague of the wild beasts with some of the older children. Luckily for us, she did not invest in this role to her full potential, because it is a part for which she has had considerable practice at home and even a certain amount of expertise.
My favorite moment of the Seder (and no, we certainly didn't make it to the end) was another of Carrie's antics. In the middle of one of the rabbi's extended prayers in Hebrew, Carrie raised both arms straight above her head, much like the football referee does to indicate a touchdown, and she yelled at the top of her lungs: CHOCOLATE!
Next year in Jerusalem.