Last Sunday, my 8-year-old son and I watched Hop. It was about a man who wanted to be an Easter bunny and a bunny who wanted to be a famous drummer. It was predictable, and a highly commercialized celebration of … Continue reading
Last Sunday, my 8-year-old son and I watched Hop. It was about a man who wanted to be an Easter bunny and a bunny who wanted to be a famous drummer. It was predictable, and a highly commercialized celebration of … Continue reading