My wife and I are both ex-Catholics, raising two young boys without giving them particularly strong opinions on religion one way or another. It’s simply not something that comes up. Anyhow, my five-year old (“D”) came inside and had the following conversation with his seven-year-old brother, “G”.
D: I’m a Christian. (pause) What does that mean?
G: It means you believe in Jesus… and the Tooth Fairy, and Santa Claus. You know, “spirit stuff.”
D: Oh, yeah, I believe in that. And the Easter Bunny, too.
I’m going to be done laughing later tonight.