Today at church, the 3yr old says, "Daddy, look what they did!" pointing to the main altar.

"What did they do?" I ask.

"They put purple on that girl doing gymnastics!"

I follow the pointing finger to the giant Christ on the cross hanging over the altar, which has been draped in the traditional Easter purple. "That's Jesus," I tell her.

"That's not Jesus," she corrects me, "That's a girl doing gymnastics."

I have completely misunderstood Catholicism, apparently.