It's Easter time. We celebrated Easter last year, but William was just a bit too young to really appreciate what was going on. This year, he's all over it.
I was struck with the sudden realization that I have complete control over what my son associates with Easter. If I want him to believe that we dye eggs to drive away the magical dinosaur from space, who is deathly afraid of dyed eggs, I can do that. It's a strange
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