This show looks funny. P'raps I'll take the kids to show them what my Catholic childhood was like. During my brief sojourn among the nuns, I *did* get my knuckles rapped (well, my palms, with a ruler). Why? Because, strangely enough, I was an intensely shy child who could barely speak to anyone outside my family. When I was asked the catechism, "Who made the world, who made you?" I was unable to say anything, too terrified, and I got my hands whipped. Silence, the devil's workshop! It was a horrific revelation, happily belied by a couple of very kind, very dear nuns I also met there.