On the way back from Lubbock, we stopped in Pueblo (so close to home, I hated to stop) to get Ronin some milk and Davis some Bug Juice, his favorite road trip treat.
We put our things on the counter, the cashier scanned them and asked Davis,
"Did you have a good Easter?"
"Mmhmm," Davis nodded.
"Did you get lots of candy?"
I paid the man and as I was, Davis informed him,
"It's about Jesus. Easter is."
"He's got it right, it sure is."
"Because He's not dead."
And I think that he actually said, "It's about Jesus" three more times, because that's the way three-year-olds are, they communicate in triplets.