Working late at the office one night, I got the call. “Hun, you might need to come home. I am talking with our son and I’m not sure what to do,” says my wife. “Can you tell me over the phone?” My reply.
“No, not really, can you please come home?” I could hear the distress in her voice.
My mind is racing. I don’t even remember the ride home, but I am sure it was not one that would have been approved by local law enforcement. Bursting through the door I see my son sitting in our dining room, tears in my wife’s eyes.
“What’s going on I ask?”
“You might want to sit down,” replies my wife.
“I am fine would someone please just speak?!”
My son looks at me and drops the bomb, “Dad, I’m an Atheist.”