T.S. and I seem to have our best conversations in the car. On the way to town today he was "reading a magazine" (Oriental Trading Catalog). It just happened to have oodles of stuff for Easter.
"Mom, I guess you have to be nice for the Easter bunny to come."
"Yes, you have to be nice and do what your parents tell you."
"Do you think he and Santa are workin' together?"
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