While I was changing Harvey's diaper the other day I was yelling something to Dan... something something David (I don't really remember.) Instantly Harvey perked up and said, "I LIKE David!"
"Who do you know that's named David?" I asked. Harvey doesn't have any David friends.
He just looked up at me like I was a moron. "David is made out of Grandpa."
He's into this things-made-out-of-things lately. We were reading a baptism book given to us by the episcopal church, and when it got to a picture of Jesus' baptism Harvey exclaimed: "That's God!"
"It sure is, Harvey! Great job!"
"It's God made out of Joseph!"
I was about to explain that he's sort of right, but then I realized it just looks like a picture of Joseph from another book.
"No, that's Jesus," I say.
"It's God made out of Jesus!" Harvey says proudly.
"Jesus made out of God more likely, but I'll take it!"
Later Harvey brings a hymn book to Dan and points to the crucifix on the cover: "That's God made out of Jesus!"
"More like Jesus made out of God," Dan says.
"I know," I say, "That's the second time I corrected him today. But we may need to have this conversation a few times..."