I am Vaguely Spiritual. The husband is Cynical Lapsed Catholic. We don't go to church, but we both believe in a god and, like my parents did, I think the boys should be exposed to all religions. Though we didn't choose our daycare because of its religious affiliation, I consider it a perk. I like that the boys are getting some sort of religious teaching.
It also makes for great dinner conversation.
They must increase the amount of Bible time in the 3-year-old room because The Boy has come home every other night singing about God Our Father or Jesus or A-a-men! He was singing, "Jesus love me, this I know, Bible tells me so," over and over and over again the other night, including at the supper table, where singing is not allowed. No singing, we said.
"But I just singing Jesus Loves Me."
"Well, no singing at supper. But we can talk about it. Who's Jesus anyway?" I asked.
"Ummm, I don't know."
"How do you know he loves you?"
"He just Jesus. Jesus Loves Me." He said it like it was Jesus' full name.
"Oh, so, what does Jesus do?"
"Um, he loves me. And he, he, he hops on one foot."
"Really. What else does Jesus do?"
"He Bible thumps."
"He Bible (mumble mumble). He's the Bible baby."
He also informed us that Jesus has brown hair and a smooth face, no beard.