Wake up and smell the Hummus

Nancy might well have reach peaked parody. I'd clearly done something wholly outrageous that Nancy need to upbraid me for. And then it came. The immortal line, straight from the Grim up North London strip, was uttered. "Wake up and smell the hummus". And part of heart soared and tiny part of me died. But mainly I laughed like a loon as any one would. 

And then this evening. Another pearler or a comment on the state of primary schooling. As we walked to swimming in the rain that Nancy let rip. "Urgh, why do we have to learn about Jesus? HE IS NOT REAL" I responded, like any sane man would, by explaining that Jesus is an important historical figure and Christianity informs much of our contemporary moral framework. This was not a convincing argument. "He is ONLY important to people who believe in him". I was on slippery ground here and my rebuttal stating that more people believed in him globally than didn't left her unmoved. In fact it left her unimpressed "Teacher says learn this, learn that, BUT HE is not important." 

By this point we'd reached our destination so I left it at that but it was a struggle. I assume this is normal. Isn't it?