So as most of you know my youngest son, Clay-B LOVES Snoop dog. For those of you who don't know Clay, he is my conservative, god help me, republican, white milk, wonder bread son. Am I making myself clear? And he LOVES Snoop dog. Hey that's cool. I mean I feeckin' love S to the N double O P dog you see, but this child should love Michael McDonald or some Stevie Nicks shite, but no. He loves Snoop. Got's himself a poster in his room, don'tcha know? 

Anyway a few years ago Clay was asking about a necklace with a St. Christopher medal on it and Clay was asking who was on the metal and what a saint is and all that shite. I tried to explain it to him the was it was explained to me in church and by my Mom/Phyllis. He just couldn't get it and I told him I was gonna have to think about it and get back to him. You can see how well the sex education talk is gonna go right? Nice! So when it was time to put him and his older brother to bed, I went into the room to say good night and tuck the kids in. I looked over as Clay-B said "Good night and sleezepp tizzight" Yeah he's like that. I realized, I can explain this to him in a way he can get it.

I said to him "son, Jesus and the apostles, well it's like Snoop and the dog pound. I mean Jesus had the apostles right, they had his back if anyone feecked with Jesus. Jesus is the O.G. you know"and his face totally lifted and he smiled and said "and Snoop is Jesus and the Dogg Pound is the apostles and the Apostles are his crew". I said "YES!!!! Exactly!"

That's resourceful parenting!