I have started reading part of a psalm to the kids in the morning, during breakfast, one of the only times of day when there's a likely three-second interval of quiet. I'm using the beautiful Book of Common Prayer translation, because I've got it here and I'm not reading The Good News version, no. So now Nat wants to know how God rides the cherubim to get out of Heaven.
This is a lame attempt to counteract hours and hours of Pixar. I think, to this end, Geoff was reading them our illustrated copy of Fern Hill last night.