In an effort to appease the in-laws, I decided to enroll Tyler in Religious Education, where he begins his journey to complete the six of the seven sacraments of the Catholic Church. (Seven, if he decides to become a priest, which would create a major setback in his plans to become a UPS driver. But I digress.)
Recently, his lucky number earned him the privilege of taking home the coveted Sunday School Bible, where he was to select a story from the Old Testament, prepare a summary for his class, and draw a picture. From Genesis to Deuteronomy he pored, until he finally selected the delightful tale of “Joseph and His Coat of Many Colors.”
(That is, if you’re delighted by a band of brothers ripping a coat off the youngest, throwing him into a pit, selling him into slavery, dipping his coat in goat’s blood and telling their dad he was mauled by wild beats. But compared to the rest of the Old Testament, that’s about as delightful as it gets.)
Doug sat down with Tyler and helped to create an artistic interpretation of the tale.
Who knew colored camo was all the rage, even back in Biblical times?
And all this time, we thought Doug was a trendsetter.