I was messing around in the backyard afer church. It was Easter Sunday and the twins were playing in the adjoining backyard. They're around five years old, a boy and a girl. They were both pulling grass and putting it into a little red wagon, making it look like a giant Easter basket. I could hear their innocent child voices, catching bits of their conversation. They were talking of Jesus and the Wizard of Oz. In their minds I guess there was a connection there somewhere.