I was 8 years-old, standing in my Granny's kitchen, a fresh batch of her mouth-watering biscuits on the counter. She grabs one, slices it in half, puts a big pat of butter on it, and hands it to me.
"Oh Granny, thank you, but could I have one without butter?" I ask. She smiles, cuts open another hot biscuit, and puts on half a pat of butter.
"Oh, um, thank you, but could I have one with no butter? I don't really like butter." I say. She smiles, cuts open another biscuit, but just before she hands it to me; she stops to spread a thin layer of butter on the top of the biscuit.
"No, Granny, I meant no butter at all, I don't like butter." I say again, confused.
She looks at me quizzically, "What do you mean you don't like butter? How can you have a biscuit without butter?"
Some people want biscuits without butter, some people want to get married without religion.
Everyone should have a choice.
“We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”
The Atheist Officiant