Number One Son is attending Catholic Indoctrination Classes, because, ya know, everyone should have to, otherwise he'll grow up to have nothing to talk about with his therapist. Anyway, he came home several months ago complaining that, "all they talk about is God, God, God, God, God." Today I found that, clearly, the topics have diversified, and that he's internalizing at least some of the message.
"Daddy," says he, "I know that I wasn't born with Original Sin."
Whoa. "You weren't? Well, OK!" says I, trying to remember the circumstances of his conception and birth. "Um, I'm glad you think so!"