Apparently this "god" thing with my dad isn't going away. His old lady is a big drinker. She likes to drink all the time. And that is the only thing that is keeping him from being a preacher. Gag. That would make me a preacher's daughter... I think an angel just died of fright.
My dad and his wife are keeping my brother's kids this weekend, three boys. Obviously, grampa is taking them to church. So the boys were having a discussion about church with there mom. The oldest was asking good questions, he is eight. He asked if you had to go to church to believe and god and what not. Then the middle child, Brodie five, pipes up with, "I believe in GOD and CANDY!"
I believe in the candy god.
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