In every office in this great land of ours, winter truly ends when the office funny man proudly asks, on the hour, every hour, "What's the deal with the Easter Bunny? Bunnies don't lay chocolate eggs, ya know. Them's poops."

The author's twins when they were young and fearless. (via Sean Sullivan)

Ah. Spring is here.

Can't wait for George R.R. Martin to finish the next Game of Thrones? We got a sneak peek: some bearded descendent of Ned Stark stands atop that giant wall and yells, "They're not chocolates! They're poops! Winter is over," while a naked lady sexes a dragon or something.

I finally looked it up. The eggs? Completely logical. Long ago in some Orthodox churches, eggs were given up for Lent. In order to preserve them for 40 days, they'd boil them and then once Lent was over, they'd decorate and eat them. Thanks, 15 seconds and Wikipedia! Same with the Easter bunny! Bunnies were a common symbol of fertility in antiquity, and spring is when everything comes back to life. Maybe not as exciting as the prospect of eating 40-day-old hard boiled eggs but at least there is some semblance of reason to it all.