Praise Cheesus

A couple of weeks ago Morgan came home from school telling me she invented a new religion at the lunch table. They worship cheese and call themselves the Cheese-its. Their prophet is Cheesus and they pray that people they don't like will have buckets of hot cheese dumped on them... but not after they're dead. Definitely while they're still alive.

I let her know she was disappointing me, because we're Pastafarians and we worship the Flying Spaghetti Monster (sauce be upon him). She told me Cheese-its and Pastafarians can live peacefully together, because cheese and pasta = nom nom nom

I love her so much. She's over at the mall now (by herself for the first time evar) hanging out with the Cheese-its.

Muh lil heathen is growin up so fast.