The girls got together for trick-or-treating in our neighborhood last night.
But at one point, I got a cellular call from Cayley, who was highly agitated. "Guess what one guy was handing out for Halloween?!" she barked indignantly.
And I started thinking to myself, uh-oh - a trickster instead of a treater. Perhaps a rogue teenager? Maybe seeing older girls and therefore handing out prophylactics? Cigarettes? Candies designed to reflect and celebrate the general morphology of male genitalia? Other goodies along these lines?
"What?" I asked her, swallowing hard.
"BIBLE VERSES!" she shouted in disgust.
Awe-some! What a great way to appeal to two Muslims, a Jew, and a UU, eh?
Anyway, other than that extremely minor affront, a good time was had by all, and our home-based discussions of both religion and our management of social expectations with respect to it will surely continue. Yyyyup.