Last night Camron told Guy, "Happy Easter!", and when Guy asked him if he knew what Easter was about he said, "Sure, they hide things and I find them." When asked if he knew why they hid things he replied, "I don't have a clue." This part becomes kind of embarrassing (again) but Guy asked if he knew who Jesus was and he said, "I don't think I've ever heard of him." Anywas, ignoring the myriad of implications there, today he brought out his traditional Easter pumpkin (he refused to use a basket) and hunted for the traditional plastic eggs. I guess the good news is that someone in our family has started participating in holidays. The bad news is that he sort of mixes them up to suit himself.