We had an early Easter Hunt today, and really enjoyed watching our family's kids trampling all over the yard, searching out those hidden eggs. As I watched, it suddenly struck me as very funny that only on Easter would we see a modern-day, pre-teen, sexuality-hypersensitive American boy happily running around with a pink basket tightly clutched in his hand.

So here's a picture devoted to pure joy, bereft of "what will others think?"