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Funky Hair

This morning Paige decided that she was going to put her hair up in pony tails. We were getting ready to go to the store and I was thrilled that she was going to do her own hair.

Well, imagine out surprise when she came into our bedroom with a really silly hairdo. Daddy looked at her the wrong way and she stormed out of our room in the sort of way that you would expect a teenager to act, not a 9 year old.

Daddy followed her, trying to apologize but she held the grudge. So, Daddy offered to do her hair under one condition. She had to go to the store wearing the hairdo he created. She agreed. The picture above says it all. We eventually taped the sign to her back. She had a blast walking around with her funky hair!

Ouch!

She kicked my butt!

Mmmmm

CHOCOLATE CAKE!!!!

Fishin'

Our visitors arrived and I found myself in the middle of an activity that no vegetarian should have to witness...

Fishing...

My daughter had fun with Grandpa but thankfully didn't catch anything.


My son shared in my distress...

Tired

Geesh. How in the world did he get himself into that position?

The Look of Confusion

I am an atheist. Plain and simple. I have been for a very long time. I can actually remember questioning adults as far back as age 5. Only recently have I decided to say it out loud. It feels good. I'm comfortable with my lack of belief in supernatural beings. It feels so good to stop pretending.

My family is finding out slowly. I'm not about to shout it out during dinner. My daughter likes that method though.

The look on their faces is interesting. "Did I just hear her say that praying for someone doesn't work?" "Did she really just say that separation of church and state is one of the most important issues facing our country?"

Confusion first.

Anger second.