At the grocery store this morning, the checker said, “Do you have any plans for Easter?”
I said, “No, we don't really do much. How about you?”
And she proceeded to tell me what she was going to do, and that I must be excited because this is Baby Kaos' first Easter. But, that's not what this blog is about.
This blog is about this:
When we got out to the car, I turned to Zel and said, “First Easter. Honestly.”
We drove in silence for a few minutes. And then I said, “I should have told her that we were going to paint pentagrams on the living room floor and dance around naked.”
And Zel said, “With chicken blood.”
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Or that you're a bunch of Jews.
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