Today the weather was hot and muggy, and it made everyone surly and listless. Ivy, my eight-year-old, was lying back in a chair, staring out into space. Then she said, "Dad, do you know what I want to be when I grow up? An atheist."
I said, "Um. Do you know what that means?"
Ivy snapped, "Yes! It means I won't have to believe in anything!"
Later her mood was much improved and I put several tiny braids in her hair. Delighted, she ran into the kitchen to show Dani, exclaiming, "LOOOK! Dad says it's called a Corn Head!"
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