I don't understand Easter. It has exactly zero relevance or bearing on my life. It's my least-favorite holiday. But the kids love the Bunny and his wares. They have no idea what it's about, and seeing as we are a Jesus-free household, I'm not sure what I'm going to tell them when they do finally ask. "Um, guy claims to be son of God, gets killed by the Romans, comes back to life. Here - watch The Crow. It's kinda the same story."