The Lost Afikomen

A small, wiry eight-year-old girl with warm olive skin, enormous dark-brown eyes framed by thick lashes, and two untidy braids held with blue elastics. She wears a lilac dress with a white Peter Pan collar and a cardigan with embroidered matzah patterns along the cuffs. Her knees are perpetually scraped, and she clutches a crumpled piece of paper she calls her 'strategy map.' Pixar-style proportions give her an oversized expressive forehead perfect for showing waves of guilt and excitement.

A tall-for-her-age twelve-year-old with a sharp, confident silhouette, honey-brown skin, and a sleek high ponytail secured with a glittery gold scrunchie. She wears a deep-teal velvet dress with short puffed sleeves and strappy gold sandals. Her Pixar-large eyes are narrowed in perpetual shrewd calculation, and she carries a small sparkly crossbody bag she refuses to put down even at the dinner table.

A medium-height woman in her early forties with voluminous dark curly hair pinned up with a tortoiseshell clip that is slowly losing the battle. She has soft laugh lines, warm amber eyes, and a generous smile. She wears a flowing burgundy wrap dress with gold earrings shaped like tiny pomegranates. Her Pixar design gives her beautifully expressive eyebrows that telegraph everything she is feeling before she says a word. She always has a dish towel draped over one shoulder.

A broad-shouldered, slightly round dad in his mid-forties with close-cropped salt-and-pepper hair, a short neat beard, and round tortoiseshell glasses that perpetually slide down his nose. He wears a crisp white button-down shirt under a navy blazer and a novelty tie covered in tiny frogs — a nod to the Ten Plagues. His Pixar silhouette is wide and sturdy like a friendly bear. He holds the Haggadah aloft in one hand and a brisket fork in the other at nearly all times.

A tiny, birdlike woman in her late seventies with a magnificent cloud of silver-white hair, deeply expressive wrinkles, and piercing blue eyes that miss absolutely nothing. She wears a lavender silk blouse with a strand of real pearls, and a floral shawl draped over her shoulders in violet and gold. Her Pixar proportions make her appear delightfully compact next to Eli, barely reaching his shoulder. She sips from a crystal wine glass and smiles a very knowing smile.

A medium-sized dog with thick, wavy cream-and-gold fur, an enormous wet nose, and comically oversized floppy ears. He wears a tiny blue bow tie clipped to his collar for the holiday. His Pixar-style giant amber eyes are endlessly earnest and he has a perpetually lolling pink tongue. His silhouette is round and bouncy, and he leaves a trail of golden fur on every chair at the Seder table.