It’s that time of the year – getting caught by a band of roving Chabadniks on the prowl to do their mizvah , except this time I was with L and could not refuse a ziploc baggie of dried up and a little burnt homemade matzo because L said CRACKAA! and I couldn’t just move on.

Giving your toddler food that a stranger in black hat gave you – nice lesson – I am horrid (I did taste it first).
99.9% of the time this is okay. Have to trust people even if (especially if?) they wear black hats.