“So, Vincent,” asked the parson, “how was your visit with your grandparents?”
Vincent was three, going on twenty-eight. He'd been staying with his grandparents for a couple of weeks while his parents were out-of-town in search of business for their start-up company. His parents had taken his little sixteen month old brother with them. Vincent, no doubt, found that a plus. The parson knew he was always getting in trouble for bothering his brother.
“It was good, Parson,” said Vincent. “Guess what?”
“I went to another church while I was there.”
“Well, that's a good thing,” the parson observed. “What did you learn at that church?”
“I learned about Jesus.”
“Great. What did you learn about Jesus?”
“I learned,” Vincent began with an over-dramatic sucking in of breath, “that there are two Jesus.”
“I'm not sure what you mean,” said the parson. “I didn't know there were two.”
“There are,” Vincent explained leaning back on the sofa in the parson's study. “There are two. One is the baby Jesus and one is the big Jesus.”
“Oh, I see what you mean,” the parson said.
“Yep, and the big Jesus in mean. He always causes trouble.”
“The big Jesus causes trouble?”
“Yes, sir. He does. He always causes trouble because he keeps waking up the baby Jesus.”