It seems that our new son, Christian, is creating a good deal of confusion in the house. Take last week, for example, when I was driving home from church with Joshua and Andi. An Abbott and Costello routine errupted in the back seat.
Joshua: We were at church with Christians.
Andi: Christian’s at home.
Joshua: No – all the Christians. Not Christian.
Andi: Christian’s a baby.
Joshua: Not Christian, CHRISTIANS! I’m a Christian.
Andi: You’re Joshua. And I’m Andi!
Joshua: We’re all Christians. You, me, and Daddy. (I chose a different time to try and reinforce the theological difficulties of Joshua’s statements at this point).
Andi (now starting to sob): I don’t want to be Christian. I’m a big girl. I’m Andi.