Welcome to our Passover seder.
I want Kali's cinnamon bread.
This is a special night. We don't eat cinnamon bread on this night. You can have some of this gluten-free matzah. It tastes terrible, but so does regular matzah. Would you like some cheesy Stars of David?
No!
Here are some cheesy Stars of David.
No!
Can I have more juice please?
Can I have a carrot soufflé muffin?
Me too! Me too!
This is not my cup. No want this cup. I want a kid bowl. No, not that one! Not that one! That's not chicken soup.
This is special Passover chicken soup. It's different than the one we get out of the can.
Baruch atah Mommy I need more juice.
We shall overcome.
This is the bread of affliction which our ancestors ate.
Mommy, David's trying to eat the gluten matzah.
Bwahh! Bwahh! Bwahh!
I know, I know, it's not fair. I won't eat any matzah either in solidarity with you.
Hey! Who just ate that cheesy Star of David. That was mine. You sneaky kid, you just ate all my cheesy Stars of David.
Yes, you may play out on the porch or downstairs or bouncing on Mommom's bed.
Thus did Hillel when the holy temple still stood.

It was definitely one of my top Passovers since the kids were born. The prep was really fun. As I mentioned earlier, the kids helped do some of the cooking and I got to help set the table. Then today, we got to Mom's right after school and Mom had a list of kid appropriate tasks to do. David added salt to the water bowls, Ariana put them on the table, Rose and Miriam made lists of how to take coffee and tea orders. They also wetted, rung out, and rolled all the hand towels, a job neither Julia nor I wanted.

I had assumed this year I would get to participate in the service, vain hope. John and I had to double team David for that first hour. But, once he finished eating and disappeared, he was gone for good. I ate dinner in complete peace and got to have lively grown-up conversations. Unfortunately, the second half of the service coincided with getting David into his diaper and jammies, so I have no idea if Elijah showed up this year.

I think the hardest part was David's melt down over not being allowed to eat gluten. I felt so sad, and there is nothing I can do about it. Luckily, we had flourless chocolate tort with whipped cream for dessert. The rest of the kids had kid birthday cake; only he and Rose got to eat that delicacy with the grown-ups.