My kids’ questions about COVID-19 have become more intricate, as have my fact versus fiction replies, during the holidays.
Parenting without God does not mean I raise my kids without respect or without morals. I raise them to challenge assumptions.
There’s nothing to do but listen to the little hand tick-tock along, the metronome of childhood and of our lives together pass as we say bye Tooth Fairy.
My daughter believes in the Fat Guy with genius Elven slaves and a sleigh powered by reindeer farts but not the afterlife.