By Mordechai Schmutter

The grass is always greener, isn’t it?

When I was a kid, I always wondered how the whole children-hiding-the-afikoman minhag is fair. The father knows every corner of the house — he owns the house — there’s nowhere he can’t reach, and he was a kid once. Plus, he had the afikoman to begin with. How did he even lose it to the kids?

Now, as an adult, I realize that it’s actually not fair to the parents. The father can reach all the high places, but he can’t reach all the low places, especially after a huge meal, not to mention the two cups of wine and a shot glass full of marror that are not getting along in his stomach (while the kids got to nibble a strand of marror and drink grape juice), and he can’t even stand at that point. And the kids had all year to think up a hiding spot, and he has until halachic midnight to figure it out. And if he holds onto the matzah in the first place and doesn’t let the kids grab it, he’s the bad guy, even though by not doing that, he’s basically giving up his one advantage. He bought the matzah in the first place! He earned the money, and matzah is not cheap. Let these kids earn their present!

“Look, I’m going to sit on it and not get up. If you can make it disappear from under me, you deserve the prize.

I’m too tired. I just cleaned the entire house, multiple times. Just last night, Mommy hid ten pieces of bread, and I had to look for them. And tonight you’re hiding one piece of matzah and I have to look in all those same places again? Why am I always the one looking? I’m not even good at it! Last night I only found nine pieces.

So some parents make rules. That’s one benefit of being a parent — you get to make the rules. When my wife was growing up, her parents had a rule that the afikoman had to be hidden in a lit room. And the only lit rooms were the living room, dining room, and kitchen, all of which my father-in-law could see from his seat. There was also the bathroom, if anyone ever thought to put the afikoman bag into a second afikoman bag, which no one ever did.

In my opinion, that’s a good way to encourage their kids to accidentally leave their bedroom lights on for yom tov.

“Oops. I left the light on over the front door. The entire lawn is fair game now. See if you can get it before the animals do — Oh, never mind. The animal’s backing away from it.”

When I was growing up, my parents didn’t have any rules. Well, actually, my father had one rule: We could hide it wherever we wanted, but he wouldn’t get up to look for it. I don’t know why I kept forgetting this. I was sure I had memories of a father looking for the afikoman. It must have been someone else’s father.

So, as the oldest, I used to come up with all these increasingly elaborate hiding spots, and my father did not once get up and look. And then I would come up with something even more elaborate the next year.

For example, one year my strategy was to hide it in my bedroom at the bottom of a suit bag hanging in my closet. There is no way in a million years that he would have found that by midnight. He wasn’t even good at looking for things. Everything he ever finds is because my mother tells him where it is. His strength is that he’s more of a negotiator. So he’d sit there and bargain with my sister until he only had to get us small presents, and then she’d get up and retrieve it. So one year I told her where to hide it, and then I snuck away from the table and hid it somewhere else.

And the negotiations used to take hours. I’m pretty sure, looking back, that my father was trying to teach us how to negotiate, but it didn’t take. My negotiation skills are nonexistent. When someone calls me about a writing job (I’m a writer), I’m always like, “I charge X, but I can really do Y.” They don’t even have to say anything. I’m very eager to please.

One negotiation tactic my father would use is that he would threaten to just take a new matzah from the box. And to this day I’m not sure whether I have any kind of halachic leg to stand on against that. It doesn’t seem right. If the matzah is supposed to represent the Korban Pesach, since when can you just replace it with another lamb if your kid hides the original?

Anyway, that’s when I learned that hiding the matzah doesn’t really work unless you hide all the matzah. Once I caught on that he wouldn’t get up and look, I came up with more strategies I thought would convince him to get up. Hide and seek isn’t so much fun if no one is seeking. I figured, how hard is it to find an afikoman when you know exactly what the bag looks like? So one year I grabbed the afikoman, crawled under the table, pulled the afikoman out of the bag, put a piece of cardboard in the bag to replace it, and handed the bag off to my sister, who made a show of running into the living room to hide it. Meanwhile, I was under the table putting the actual afikoman into a different bag, which I then left on a step stool under the table. And he didn’t even try to find it that year, on a step stool under the table. He technically could have found it without getting up. Just a little bit of a deeper recline.

Then I became a father, and for the first few years, I had a seriously unfair advantage. I wanted to be an easygoing father who would get his 3 year old an afikoman present without negotiating, but there’s nowhere he could have hid it that I wouldn’t find it. I was a reigning champion who had never had my afikoman found once — even the year it was right under the table.

So I basically had to spend a few years pretending to look for it but purposely not finding it, especially the years that we spent the Seder at my in-laws. And the year that my kids hid it on a high shelf — well, high for them. It was directly parallel to my face.

I started picking up some helpful searching techniques. For example, I learned that you don’t have to look through entire piles of blankets or cushions. You just have to push down the top of the pile and listen for a crunch. I’m not afraid of breaking the matzah. I already broke it. And I have to break what’s left into numerous pieces to give it out anyway. And to keep a piece for next year, as a segulah for shemirah for the house, so I won’t, say, get robbed. It’s working great so far.

Basically, I could have gotten away with not getting anyone a present for so many years. But I wanted to be a good father. To my 3 year olds, who didn’t even know about presents and were going to sleep anyway right after “Avadim Hayinu.”

My kids also never knew what they wanted. So in other words, I’d pretend to look and then negotiate with myself. Which I guess made it easy to negotiate, but it was always disappointing. It’s a ransom situation. Imagine someone took hostages, and the cops said, “What are your demands?” and the guy goes, “I don’t know. I didn’t really think about it. How about we go to the store together the day after tomorrow, or whatever day it rains, and we narrow it down? Do you have a price range?” I was playing a game with myself. To keep myself awake, apparently.

But now my kids are old enough to make it harder for me, and they’ve gotten to asking for things that are above our price range. “Yeah, don’t worry. We’ll put it together with tomorrow night’s present.”

And my wife goes, “Hey! Who says you get to steal it again tomorrow night?” My wife wants to steal it tomorrow night.

Sure, you can say that officially the afikoman minhag is about keeping the kids awake, but maybe you also want to keep your wife awake. She’s been running nonstop. And anyway, we generally have a harder time getting the kids to go to sleep.

The afikoman minhag is a good idea and all, but we’ve all heard stories where the kids fall asleep anyway, and then no one can find the afikoman. Probably because the father refuses to get up. This is what happens when you bring pillows to the table.

“Wake up. We have to negotiate.”

But the good news is that if your kid does fall asleep, you can just relax, knowing that the matzah is safe, and that you’ll have that much extra shemirah until next year. You could always take more matzah out of the box. Unless the kid hid all the boxes and then fell asleep. In his room. With the light on.

Mordechai Schmutter is a weekly humor columnist for Hamodia and is the author of five books published by Israel Book Shop. He also does freelance writing for hire. You can send any questions, comments, or ideas to MSchmutter@gmail.com.

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