My late Grandmother in August of 2011. Her expression says it all. She's thinking, "as smart as they are, my kids and my grandkids are a bunch of dummies who will make a mess of their lives if I'm not here to worry about them." Grandma, we're still here. We continue to make a mess of things. We also inherited, through both nature and nurture, your expertise in worrying, so everything is under control. Although no one in my mixed household laid out a Passover meal yesterday or read from the Haggadah, we also didn't eat any leavened bread and did manage to slouch during dinner. All's well. Don't worry.
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