A mother was looking forward to coming into town for Pesach with her husband and their 3 little children. She had spent weeks preparing her children for the special Seder they were going to attend with the whole family and the wonderful food they were going to eat and all the songs they were going to sing.
Since she herself had not been in town for years, she forgot that most of the family was now somewhat elderly and she was the only one at the Seder with small children. She told me she completely underestimated how long the Seder would take.
The evening started well enough with lots of smiles. Once everyone sat down, the mother sat with the adults while her children were seated at ‘the kid’s table’. As time went by, the mother was keenly aware of all the noise coming from the kid’s table and she was trying to quietly shush her children and encourage patience.
It was clear the kids were not going to be able to sit quietly for much longer. The mother went over to them and (she admits, regrettably, being somewhat frazzled) she scolded her children and told them she doesn’t want to hear another sound from them. This is Pesach, she reminded them, and children are only supposed to ask questions at the Seder, not make noise.
The children were feeling bad and sat quietly with their heads down. This lasted for about 5 minutes when one child raised her head and asked a question directed at the adults: “Are we out yet?” When the mother asked what she meant, the daughter replied: “From Egypt, are we out yet?” The mother answered that they hadn’t reached that part yet.
For the next 15 minutes the children asked the adults every few minutes: “Are we out yet?”
One of the elderly relatives turned to the kids and said “if you ask me that one more time, I’m turning this caravan around and heading right back to Egypt!”
The children were silent, the elderly man turned back to the table and broke into a huge smile.