She wanted to raise her kids Catholic, but her husband told her no, he wanted them to decide for themselves what they believed when they got older.

She tried her best to instill them with a belief in God. She taught them prayers and made them recite them every night before bed. She kept a picture of Jesus over their beds, told them that he loved them and would protect them. Even now she keeps religious artifacts around the house, crosses on the walls, a metal cast of the Last Supper in the dining room.

But none of it stuck. Now and then, if the topic comes up, she’ll ask them if they believe in God. All that A—— and Chris can do is shrug.

If she brings this up to her husband, asking, “Can you believe this? They can’t even say that they believe in God,” he’ll just shrug, too.