My son and I are hanging out in the office, watching Fantastic Four trailers on YouTube. (What?)
He sees the Silver Surfer appear onscreen. He asks if anyone knows who he is, and I say he doesn't.
"Except him?" Oliver asks.
I look at him, confused.
"Does he know himself?"
"Yes, I guess he does know himself." My son, the philosopher.
"I hope he can't. I hope he's like Jesus."
Yes, that's the conversation we had on Easter: whether the Silver Surfer can rise from the dead like Jesus.