The varieties of religious experience

James and I went to a children's church service on Sunday. As we went up for communion James got a look of utter, transcendental delight on his face. The priest remarked how nice it was to see a little child so excited about church.

I didn't have the heart to tell her that the source of his delight was the red neon EXIT sign visible directly behind her head.

He really loves EXIT signs, but only if they're red.