This weekend was a full on interfaith fiesta with a Passover Seder on Saturday and Easter chocolate madness on Sunday.
On the way to the Seder, Rick and I were pondering one of the lesser known four questions… how long do a pair of windshield wipers last? It was pouring and our car had a shiny new pair of wipers, and we had tired of discussing bitter herbs.
I said, 6 months. Rick thought a year. My dad piped in with 2 t0 3 years. Dylan and Summer had no strong convictions on the topic.
And then the driver’s side wiper suddenly snapped off.
So I guess they last about 46 hours.
After some roadside assistance, because it’s really really hard to drive like this…
we finally made our way to my in-laws’ where we had a fabulous Passover dinner. In my yearly Seder ritual, I ate about 16 pieces of chocolate covered matzoh. Which is about 15 too many.
On Sunday, Easter morning, we headed off to Church where I got chatted up by an 8 year-old.
During the service, the boy leans over to me and says, “Is this your first time here?”
“No, I’ve been here a few times. But I don’t come a lot,” I respond.
Deep sigh by the 8 year-old. “I have to come EVERY Sunday,” he replies.
“Wow, that is a lot,” I agree.
The whole weekend was truly a phenomenal success because neither Dylan nor Summer wore their Dora/Princess nightgowns to any of the religious festivities. Instead, Dylan went with the traditional Pesach Dallas Cowboys’ cheerleader look…
And Summer opted for the purple Easter ballerina (an outfit cleverly designed to distract all adults so she could stuff massive amounts of chocolate into her mouth without detection).
Both girls are now complete chocolate addicts (genetically inspired I’m sure) and I’m about to throw every chocolate and malted egg down the garbage shoot in an effort to save us all.