I am teaching the twins' Sunday School class, a choice that is probably ill-advised because:
a) I am pretty lousy with 2 and 3 year olds.
b) the twins are two-thirds of the class, and
c) they spend most of it fighting over my lap.
However, things are getting a little better, and today we actually had a pretty decent lesson about the Trinity. D4 was coloring a paper with a triangle on it, each point with a label of "Father," "Son," and "Holy Spirit." Then he turned it over and started marking on the back.
"Dis is God da Fadder," he said, pointing to his mark.
"OK," I said, pleased to hear the lesson was taking hold.
He drew another mark: "What's dis?"
"That must be God the Son," I said.
"OK," he said, and drew another mark.
"And there is God the Holy Spirit," I said.
He continued on, making a fourth mark. "What's dat?" he asked.
"I don't know," I said.
"Dat is God da Car!" he exclaimed in triumph.