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Bad Theology

We had to backpedal and find an easier children's Bible for Charlie because the Children's Story Bible is beyond his depth and breadth of knowledge. Still, he listens in when I read to Claire and Faith, "I know about those, Mama," he tells me as I read the story of the pillar of cloud and fire. "A firepillar is like a firefly."

Right...like this firepillar?


And for his own Bible time with his easy Bible story book, I point to Adam and Eve and ask, "Who are these people?" to which I receive this confident reply:

"That's Adam and Jamie "
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tammi said…
Haha, yeah, he does seem to be mixing a few things together!
May 20, 2009 at 9:55 AM
jodi said…
LOL! I love it!
May 20, 2009 at 11:21 AM
Luke Holzmann said…
Well, Mythbusters is a great show... but rather distinct from the events surrounding the Fall [smile].

~Luke
May 20, 2009 at 11:49 AM
Mary@notbefore7 said…
ROFL...just a little confusion :)

LOVE the header!
May 20, 2009 at 12:25 PM
Xandra@Heart-of-Service said…
The illustrations in the Bible are beautiful! And his response about Adam and Eve made me think of Gracie. She is learning a catechism, and one of the questions is "Who were out first parents?" She still answers "Adam and Evil" sometimes...

Xandra
May 20, 2009 at 1:00 PM
Anonymous said…
Too funny! Love the way his little brain works!
May 20, 2009 at 3:30 PM
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