I think, perhaps the er...storytelling, is coming back to bite me on the arse.
Last weekend, we went to the Cathedral Flower Show at St. Cecelia's in Omaha. Danny's never been inside a Catholic church, and he was interested in having all the details explained to him.
Staring up at a rather large crucifix, Danny asked:
"What's that all about?"
I tried to give him an explanation of the crucifixion, and resurrection that would be accessible to a five year old who is not of the faith-to which he pointed to the crucifix and replied:
"It's a lie! It's a lie! And I also don't believe Kansas is a colony for stupid people."
I was too mortified to notice if anyone gave us a dirty look.