My sister (one of them anyway) lives up in Phoenix with her husband and four kids. Last winter my two nephews were wanting to know when it was going to snow. The oldest had learned in school that it snows in winter. My sister explained to them over and over that it doesn't snow in Phoenix. Lo and behold, last January there was a freak winter storm that dumped some snow on Phoenix. She lost a lot of credibility with the boys over that. When they wanted to know where paper comes from and she told them it was made out of wood, they did not believe her. She had to take them to the library and look it up to prove it to them.

Mysteriously, though, this skepticism seems to extend to nothing else but what comes out of their mother's mouth. One or both of them went to Bible school at some point. They were taught that Jesus was nailed to the cross and died, but after he died he came back to life. My sister's family is Catholic, and they have crucifixes in their home that have Jesus nailed to it. However, one of these crucifixes was broken and somehow Jesus fell off it. One day the boys looked up and discovered that Jesus was gone. Apparently, they were looking all over the house for him because they thought he had come back to life. :-)