>>52639561I'm not religious but my son makes me go to church once a week. On Thursday night, when it's empty, so we can act out his dream wedding to Nyanners. His sister plays the minister. his baby brother plays the ring bearer, the church janitor plays the flower girl, I play the groom's mother, and my wife plays me. He reads his wedding vows to his Nyanners plushie, calling her his best "gassy gal" and "beautiful fat bitch." I try to explain that she'll be 50 when he's grown. "I don't care." I tell him that she already has a boyfriend. "Yeah, for now." It was cute at first, but we've been doing this every week for two years. I tell myself, maybe we'll go to Chuck E Cheese this week instead, but I know it's a lie.
