Year of Sundays

“Mom, who is your boss?”

“Uh,” I stop to think about it for a minute. “I’m my own boss.”

“No, you’re not,” she insists, shaking her head and pointing at the ceiling. “Your boss is up THERE.”

“You mean GOD is my boss?”

“Yeah. You can’t be your own boss.”

I guess all that agnostic de-programming isn’t quite getting the job done…

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