Easter

On Sunday night Craig asked Isaac, "What did you like best about Easter?"

Isaac didn't hesitate. He answered, "Nothing."

I was momentarily dismayed. It seemed to me he had plenty of options to choose from. Staying five days with his doting grandparents? Playing outside and climbing trees? Dying and painting eggs? The Easter basket full of goodies, including lots of art supplies? Being able to eat chocolate very nearly on demand? Being allowed to participate in both Easter egg hiding and hunting?

But, I rationalized, perhaps it was because he was sick, as he did have a fever of 102. Or perhaps it was because he was overwhelmed by the crowd, as 53 people attended the Easter party at my parents' house.

But it turned out I had misunderstood him.

"I liked all of it," he clarified.