Lost in translation

I often think I'm communicating deep and abiding truths to my offspring.

Only to find out later that I am sooooo wrong.

Nate and Anna are trying to understand the Trinity. We took apart and apple and talked about how is has different parts, but is still all apple. We looked at water as liquid, ice and steam. I really thought they were getting it.

And then I hear this:

"Abby. If you ask Jesus to live in your heart you will get a deal! 'Cause God lives in Jesus' heart and Jesus lives in your heart. Just like the Higglytown Heroes!" ("Higglytown Heroes" is a dumb TV show about a set of those Russian nesting dolls. I'm pretty sure Jesus and God are not nesting dolls.)