The Darndest Things

"He could come to church with us someday," our neighbor said.

We'd somehow gotten on the subject of religion during a break in this weekend's basketball tournament and I'd allowed I wasn't sure my youngest had ever been in a house of worship.

"Thanks, but I doubt that would end well," I told her.

"I'm not sure we're welcome there anyway," she said.

"Why's that?" I asked, always on the lookout for a parent worse than me.

"A few years ago, we thought our oldest should give Sunday school a try. It was around the holidays and the teacher explained the story of baby Jesus and how he died for our sins. Which was fine, except our kid didn't really have much context for the story and he got a little confused about the chronology."

"Oh boy," I said.

"Yeah," she said. "He raised his hand and asked how the Romans could nail a baby to a cross."

"You must be very proud," I said.

"Look who's talking, Mr. Unitarian Unicorn," she said.

"Heathen," I said.

"Infidel," she said.

We laughed.