I will never be this cool.
Tonight, on the way home from Passover Seder at my grandparent's house, Archer turned to Hal and me and said, "Are we going to go have dinner, now?"
"Archer! We just had dinner!"
"No. That wasn't dinner, Mommy. That was Matzo. I want Macaroni and Cheese."
And SO? Our non-Jewish/Jewish son was born. Joining his non-Jewish Jewish father, and his mostly Jewish/Non-Jewish/Whateverish Mother, and his sister who worships Boob and attends Nipple on Fridays at sundown.
Ahem. Or should I say, L' Chaim?
Personally? I'm not big on organized religion but I very much appreciate family togetherness, singing around pianos and wine. And holidays tend to amass those things so Shalom, my children, let's go paint eggs.