Dawkins would be proud...
When I was training to be a teacher, I taught in a lovely C of E village school, set in the lush green hills of the west country. Taking a reception age class to assembly is usually relatively entertaining, as the little tikes can barely restrain themselves from shouting out at every available opportunity. As this class had one or two children who were more vocal than your average five year old, I was encouraged by the the main class teacher to sit with one of them, whom I shall name Archie.

The assembly begins with the headteacher lighting a candle and the whole school murmuring 'Jesus is the light of the world'. The headteacher then asks the assembled mass, "What do you know about God?"

Little Archie begins furiously whispering. I encourage him to raise his hand if he has something to say, which, to my surprise, he complies with. The bespectacled and cardigan-wearing old lass, who was the sort of headteacher you couldn't ever imagine shouting, leans down and kindly asks Archie, "What can you tell me about God?"

There is a hush around the hall as all ears crane to hear what the one of the youngest of our gathering has to say about theology.

"God died a very long time ago. Now he's gone." Archie replied, beaming. As a vaguely agnostic Hindu, it was all I could do to repress the belly laugh at the expression of revulsion and horror that crossed the headteachers' face.
(Ragathi wants to know where his evil twin is on, Sun 16 Jun 2013, 16:34, 2 replies)

Out of the mouth of babes and suckers

(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Mon 17 Jun 2013, 2:45, closed)

Wow, reading Nietsche at such a young age.
I still haven't got around to it.
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Mon 17 Jun 2013, 10:55, closed)