My Children Are Weasels
One of the challenges with cleaning for Passover is guarding against the possibility that, after cleaning a room, someone in the family will inadvertently chometz it up again.
Especially in this last week of cleaning, when my wife and I are checking rooms off as clean, only to catch a child (or 2) wandering in an hour later with a cracker, or pretzel, or even (gasp!) a non-kosher-for-passover candy.
But knowledge is power, as they say. Armed with the knowledge I’d gained last year, I have a perfect solution.
I’m having my children officially classified as “weasels”.