Sam and I go over his Bible lessons and memorization at night before bed. Gabe horses around in his bunk, but he’s sort of listening to what we say. Today as I was putting him in his carseat, he announced, “Our Father, who is it in heaven, how be your name? It be done, by heaven!”
Lately, we’ve been working on learning the twelve apostles. Sam learns well when he can sing or chant the information to a rhythm; often, after I come up with one for him, he’ll take it and riff on it, adding in little beat-box-style sections and humming. (I have to remember to ask his teachers whether he does that when he’s reciting in class.) Anyway, when we do the apostles, we’ve been chanting the names like a cheer: “JU-das i-SCAR-i-ot! JU-das THAD-de-us! John! James! James, son of ALPH-e-us!” etc. Sam has trouble pronouncing “th” sounds sometimes, so “Thaddeus” gives him some difficulty.
Which led, naturally, to Gabe this afternoon, chanting, “JU-das the scariest! JU-das the fattiest!” 
My laugh of the day. Iscariot as the scariest!
See, I’ve got Superstar on the brain, so I’m all, “He’s not the scariest; he’s hawt. Peter was scarier.”
ROTFLOL