I drop Kelsey off this morning at school, and as I’m preparing to leave, her teacher calls out from the other side of the class and comes over to talk to me.

“I just wanted to tell you what Kelsey did yesterday,” she says.

Uh oh, thinks I.

“We were in Chapel yesterday –”

(Here’s the part of the story where I need to explain some context, since undoubtedly many of you who know Kelsey’s parents raised an eyebrow at the word “chapel.” Yes, we’re still godless heathens, but Kelsey’s going to a Methodist preschool. It was the best of all of the schools that Terry looked at (which was a bunch), and we decided that if she had to go to a religiously-affiliated preschool, at least Methodist wasn’t a bad way to go. I mean, I was raised Methodist and it didn’t seem to hurt me too much. We have absolutely no problem with her deciding someday she wants to be any flavor of Christian (or any other religion, organized or not) that works for her, if that’s what she chooses; we just didn’t want to have her indoctrinated quite yet. Anyway, back to our story.)

“– and we were carving a pumpkin with different symbols,” says her teacher. “We had hearts for the eyes, representing God’s love for us, and squares for the ears which were supposed to be Bibles, and I don’t remember what the mouth was. A fish, I think. Anyway, the nose was a cross. And when we cut out the cross and pulled it out, we asked if anyone knew what it was supposed to be.

“And Kelsey shouted out:Â ‘It’s boogers!‘”

That’s my girl.

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