the anti-Atheist

So the other day Peter was mad at me.  This does happen often as human nature, teenage hormones, and obsessive personality will dictate.  The anger was spurred by my refusal to let him play any more video games.  (Picture here in your mind the biggest sigh you can.  Boys + video-games is bad enough.  Add "limits" to those video games, as any good parent should, and wonder with me on why it is a source of contention EVERY TIME you tell the kids to turn them off.  Sigh with me!  A collective, will it every be easier, SIGH).
So, this particular time, Peter was particularly mad.  I can't say why.  So to show his anger, his disdain for those rotten rules, his independence, a way to hurt me back for being a dictator, he threw the worst words he could think of at the moment.
"Mom, I'm an ANTI-ATHIEST!!!!!!!"

Shock?  Awe?  Not exactly.  I was more surprised and endeared.  The next moments are fuzzy.  I"m not sure if I hugged him or sent him to his room, but it left me relieved. 
Yes relieved.
Because Peter didn't really have a clue what he was saying.  Obviously  he had some idea, but knowing this boy the way I do, it was just words.  Words meant to wound but instead they represented to me that we can't get away from the truth around here.  We definitely believe in God.  Even Peter.  Even when he is mad.  Even me when I'm mad. 
We are definitely ANTI-ATHIESTS.