Sitting at a table in Red Robin today, surrounded by fancily-dressed churchgoers, I remembered dressing up to go to church. I said to the kids, "Do you miss church?"
The older two shook their heads. The youngest (eight) looked momentarily puzzled. I've been sick with Crohn's for a while, so we hadn't been to church for quite a while even before I admitted my atheism. I said to him, "I guess you don't remember church, huh?"
His face cleared. "I remember," he answered. "Basically... a lot of music, and then blah, blah, blah."
Couldn't have put it better myself:-).