I’m sure some of my cousins were wild in their younger years, but I was young, too, too young to remember. So how was I supposed to know that kids will draw on — and ruin — your kitchen counters? As I became frum and then became a mother to a growing brood, I’ve had to learn a thing or two. When I open my fleishig cabinet to take out the oven mitts, there is a fifty-percent chance they won’t be there. Because one of the kids brought them to the toy kitchen, of course.