They tried to kill us. We won. Let's eat!

We were happily listening to Rabbi Joe Black in the car (more on our favorite music in another post another day), beginning with Dayenu and then the CD moved onto some other holiday songs. David pointed out to me that we were no longer listening to Passover songs, but instead a song about Chanukah, because this was a holiday songs CD. But then...

D: You know, Chanukah is just like Passover.

Me: Why? (expecting: both long)

D: Someone saves us in both holidays.

Me (impressed and amazed, but wanting to know more): You're right! Who does the saving in Chanukah?

D: Judah Maccabee

Me: And on Passover?

D: Moses

Me: And can you think of another holiday where we get saved?

D: Purim!

And you see where this went...isn't that amazing? Who knew the connections could be made by my 5-year-old.

Me: And who helped Judah, Moses and Queen Esther?

D: God.

Now it's really good, eh?

Who knew that these would be the things that would bring tears to my eyes.

Making Matzah

So yesterday, David came home from school (preschool) with a "matzah maker" hat and a piece of wheat (!?) that he informed me we were going to use to make the matzah for Passover. I told him that I had bought all the matzah (making matzah? that seems like a lot of extra work for a mom of a 6-week-old, what do you think!?) just that day, and we might make lots of matzah-related things like pancakes and pizza, but we wouldn't really make matzah. I thought that was the end, but this morning...

"Mom, so today are we going to make the matzah?"

Seriously, I think he thought I just meant that we weren't going to make matzah right then, but if he asked again later, it would happen.

No thanks!

But just in case you want to -- here's how to make matzah.