Sophie was asleep before the matzoh balls. Annabelle ditched the seder table for the TV shortly after that. I realized I need new dining room chairs when my mother sank into a folding chair, put her chin on the table, and announced she felt like a torso-less head. And we forgot about Elijah.
Still, all in all, a smashing success of a seder, and it turns out that the matzo kugel works just as well if you only have time to dice the apples instead of grating them.
Next year, you’re all invited to Tempe.