We colored Easter eggs last night. Jack got so excited, the poor little guy wet himself. He seems to think that for Easter, we go trick-or-treating, and then come home and put up the Christmas tree.
I've been a bit remiss in the boyos' religious education, as you can see. Gotta work on that. Or, for the sake of their precious souls, get someone else to work on it. I'm kind of the proverbial millstone. Jack is already developing an existential outlook -- "I don't want to go to heaven. Heaven is full of passed-away people and they're no fun."
Au contraire, dear boy. Au contraire.