Well, we were sitting in the kitchen when my sister came to pick up my niece, and my mother wanted to show off what the little one had learned. She asked her in the same sing-song voice she always had, "Where does Jehovah live?"
My niece promptly jumped down, toddled into the living room, and pointed at the ceiling fan.
A couple of years later, she thought Jehovah was yellow, thanks to the Revelation book. I am proud to say my niece is a fellow ex-JW today. I guess the lessons never quite took.
When I was a little kid, I got to look at all the pretty, comforting pictures in the red Paradise book several hours a week when I sat mind-numb at all the meetings. My lucky little niece got to look at the Revelation book, instead.
I wonder what book they use today to give little children nightmares about Armageddon?