The other day, in a bid to put off bath time, they decided to make themselves a Pesach seder. I was washing dishes at the time and like my mother, I too cannot hear anything when the water is running, so I kind of didn't notice that they were schlepping the little table they sit at in the kitchen into the hall, along with all the chairs. They also raided the snack closet, promising that they were just using their loot for pretend.
And they made this.
So yes, I realize that setting a table with fake and real food is no big feat - I just think it's really cool how they worked together without fighting, without anyone being overly bossy and with how proud they were of themselves. Sometimes these kids just surprise the heck out of me.
And just look at the table. If only a real seder served chocolate pudding, applesauce, jello, popcorn, salad dressing and wooden cupcakes - and lasted all of ten minutes like theirs did. Don't get me wrong, I happen to really like Pesach and I enjoy the seder, but I will say what I have said every year since becoming a mother - why, oh why can't the seder be at lunchtime? If it was during the day then I wouldn't have to force the kids to nap in the afternoon so they could stay up late (and we all know forcing a nap never results in an actual nap, just an overtired child) - and most of all, if the seder was during the day, I wouldn't have to stay up so late either. I just can't do that anymore, I'm 32 already, I'm no youngster - and it's not like the baby understands that mommy is up late. Nope. She still gets up at her usual time - and so do the other kids, whether they go to bed at 7pm or 12pm. 6am (on a good day) is wakeup time in our house, whether the sun is up or not. Hence the annual show of lovely overtired and throw-yourself-on-the-floor-tantrums that take place every year over the first two days of Pesach. Good times. Good times.