Passover is a glorious, chaotic mess of tradition. You’ll say “Dayenu” twenty times, spill wine, and eat bitter herbs while pretending to enjoy it.
But you’ll also laugh. You’ll hear old stories. You’ll watch kids fight over a cracker. It’s weird, and it’s wonderful.
So when in doubt, just smile. Nod. And when someone passes you a bowl of salt water, mutter “Ah, the tears of my ancestors.” It works every time.
