When I was 10, my father, who had an extraordinary sense of humor, brought our Collie, Misty, to a Seder and left her in the car. Even at 10 I thought this was odd, but no biggie. When the Rabbi opened the door to let Elijah in, in walked Misty. My father had excused himself only moments before to use the bathroom. That act of humor permanently connected me to the Seder, and it is the most important ritual of my jew-in-disbelief year of celebration.
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