Ah, Rachel...

The other day, I was driving Rachel to preschool and she asked me if God made the tornados. I told her I wasn't sure (because you know, I'm really not).

She said with a little annoyance in her voice, "Come on, Dad, can't you just make a guess?"

This is why it's tough to raise kids in a culture permeated by religion when you're not religious. I did make a guess, by the way. I told that while God didn't create the tornados that hit our little town, he probably did create the world and everything in it and that included tornados that pop up from time to time. She seemed satisfied with that answer.

Another Rachel moment... she was asking me about dying Easter eggs. I told her that we don't really celebrate Easter, no one in our family actually likes eggs, and so we probably wouldn't be dying any eggs.

"But Dad," she says in her wheedling voice, "it's fun for the whole family!"

Fortunately, they did Easter eggs at preschool. I have to wonder if there were any Jewish parents who were a little uncomfortable when their kid brought home an Easter egg.