The young teacher explains to her class of third graders that she is a born-again Christian.
She asks the class if any of them are born-again Christians too. Not really knowing what it means to be born-again, but wanting to please and impress their teacher, many little hands suddenly shot up into the air. There’s just little Hatty who doesn’t raise her hand.
So the teacher asks her why she has decided to be different. Hatty says, “Because I’m not a Christian.”
The teacher asks, “So what are you then?”
Hatty replies, “I’m an atheist.”
The teacher’s a little perturbed now, her face slightly red. She asks the girl why she’s an atheist.
Hatty sighs and says, “It’s just that my family isn’t religious. My Mom’s atheist, and my Dad’s atheist, so I’m atheist.”
The teacher is now frustrated and a little mad. “That’s no reason,” she says loudly. “What if your Mom were a moron, and your Dad were a moron. What would you be then?”
“Then,” says Hatty, “I’d be a born-again Christian.”