[son brings home a spice rack he made in wood shop]
Me, taking son around our kitchen: do you see anything else in here that’s wooden and looks like it was made in anger?
Son: why do we have eggs at Easter?
Me: the egg symbolizes the rock that trapped Jesus in the tomb
Son: so why do we have an easter bunny?
Me: because bunnies lay eggs
Son: no they fucken don’t you idiot