Last night, my little fellow saw a painted stool that I've had since the baby shower just before he was born. The stool is painted with a cartoon scene of Noah's Ark with animals in it, on a sea of water.His father takes him to church on the Sundays when he has him, and it's a Baptist church, as you probably know, where many of the people are biblical literalists.
So anyhow, he looks at the stool and says, "Hey, I remember that! That's from when God flooded the world!"
I said, "Yes, it's Noah's Ark, isn't it?"
He said, "Yeah! When God flooded the world!"
So then I said, "Do you think that really happened?" expecting him to answer strongly in the affirmative.
So I was (pleasantly) shocked when he said, "No!"
I said, "You don't think it really happened?"
He said, "Noooo...it's just a story!" in a tone of voice that seemed to chide me for my incredulity.
I love it. Maybe I won't have to do as much deprogramming as I thought I was going to have to do when he gets older.
[ 25 October 2003: Message edited by: Michelle ]