Out of the mouths of babes
My ex used to be an odd one. Rabid drunk coke whore one minute, wanabe Mother Theressa the next.
During one of her pious phases she befriended a Christian family who persuaded her to take the little one to their rather happy-clappy church.
Off they went, mother feeling a little worse for wear after a relapse into the land of sin the night before, and sat at the back.
Everyone in the congregation, apart from the ex and daughter, are getting into the God bothering, singing hymns at the top of their voices, eagerly hallelujahing and all the rest.
Little one turns to mother, taps her on her lap and asks in the loudest socco voce since Brian Blessed trapped his nut sack in a zipper "Mummy, don't they know Jesus isn't real? He's just a made up story for kids"
The congregation seem to turn as one and glare at the blasphemers at the back before returning to their worship.
After the service, the ex was approached by various people suggesting that she should send the little one to Sunday school and should probably come along herself more often.
Needless to say she ran away from there and never returned. I'm surprised she didn't burn up when she first entered consecrated ground.
( monkeyboyalpha jumping on the bandwagon since, Wed 7 Sep 2011, 10:19, Reply)