Tonight as I rubbed lotion on Meg after her bath, she whiled away the time perusing The Jesus Storybook Bible. About a third of the way through, she turned to a picture of an immense, glowering man in armor towering over a small boy with a slingshot. Meg looked at me, then pointed to the large fella.
"Big John," she said.
"Big John? Tha... is that Big John?" I asked, just to clarify.
"That's Goliath," I said casually, stifling my internal laugh riot.
"Yeah," said Meg.