Me: *explains different ludicrous things I saw at the Creation Museum*
Mom: ...That doesn't make any sense! What did all of the animals eat after the flood since everything else was killed? How did plants survive the flood? How did the Ark not sink? How did all of the animals on earth fit on a single boat?!?
Me: God did it. It was a miracle.
Mom: But...that doesn't make any sense. What about the fact that man wrote the Bible?
Me: Oh, well it was inspired by God.
Mom: But how do they know that?
Me: Because the Bible says so. (At this point, I'm relishing in hearing my woo-filled mother bring up so many good arguments all of her own. And then it turns sour.)
Mom: I don't see why they have to be so literal. I mean, I believe that there's something bigger out there, and in spirits and ghosts and stuff, but what they believe is just silly.
Me: ...Well, do you believe in unicorns? Why you don't believe in them is the same reason why I don't believe in ghosts or God.
Mom: Well I don't know, maybe there were unicorns back with the ancient Greeks or something...
Me: ...*facepalm* This thought experiment is lost on you.
Mom: Well, that's the whole thing about religion, you need to have faith!
Me: Faith is believing in something which you have no reason to believe.
Dad: I need evidence. Faith doesn't make atomic clocks work.
Mom: Well, it makes me happy to believe in it, so there.
Dad: Just because it makes you happy doesn't mean it's true.