Candy canes, chocolate bunny, and we're all set.

"My parents sent my Easter basket earlier this week. It was in a package with the gifts I couldn't fit in my suitcase when I came home for Christmas."

"Nice. That's like a SUPER Easter basket."

"Yeah, it was like one big celebration of Jesus."

"Birth, death, and resurrection all in one neat package. Awesome."

In full disclosure, I went ahead and made just the hearts.

"I think you better do a test run of that new cookie recipe before you make them for my parents' visit next weekend. You know. With the high altitude* and everything."

"Oh, that's true. But I don't have any Easter cookie cutters. I only have, like, these Valentine hearts and some Autumn ones. A turkey and a maple leaf and a ghost."

"Perfect. Ghosts work for Easter, right?"

"I can't believe you just said that."

"And I think you could use the hearts too. Like, for love."

"This is just like that time I almost had to use Christmas cookie cutters for Halloween and tried to make a zombie out of a toy soldier. It just doesn't work."

*You know, it seems like dude NEVER pays attention to anything I say, and yet he is able to come up with these very convincing arguments that truly appeal to my logic. I can assure you that he has NO IDEA what effect high altitude has on baked goods, and yet, he can remember this conversation and use it to manipulate me.