Scandal among the Toddlers

Our Toddler Group reconvened this morning. I stood with a cup of tea observing the frolics and wondering which unsuspecting parent I was going to collar next and noticed that in the corner of the room among the detritus of play and infant disaster there was a toy church. I discovered this character, too, and for some reason found him unutterably offensive.

What denomination is he supposed to represent? Who wears a sort of pale grey cassock, and then a yellow stole on top of it? and how does he manage to put it on under his collar? I don't know, I really don't. 'He does look a bit stereotypical', commented Ms Formerly Aldgate when I showed her the photograph. 'In fact he looks a bit like the manager of the Oxfam bookshop where I used to work, only he used to wear a cardigan'. 'They all do', I countered. 

Even more shockingly, the toy church once came with a toy bride and groom. Somehow the bride has vanished, and Marion the curate told me that she originally located the clergyman shacked up with the groom in a toy castle. It just gets worse.