I propose that if even a being made of light riding on an invisible
pink unicorn throwing teapots of bliss down on your heads came up and declared himself God... there would still be those athiests that would probably spout off some Arthur C. Clarke stuff.
My 4 - year - old boys Remy and Lolo
threw the mother of all meltdowns when I refused to let them get
unicorn bike helmets a few weeks ago (not because I care about gender roles and having my boys wear
pink or glitter, but because I didn't feel the horn would be a bonus in the event they took a tumble).