Ok, this is kind of a twist on the coming out stories. My father is an atheist and (since he sent me to a xtian school) I was xtian from young. In my 30s, however, I started reading about Buddhism and realised that was what I was looking for in xtianity all along. Anyway, once I had really decided that I was a Buddhist after all, I told my father:
Father: Don't worship the Buddha he was just a man, not some kind of god.
Me: I agree.
Father: You mean you don't worship the Buddha?
Me: Nope. He was just a man that woke up.
Father: Well, what god do they worship?
Me: None - there is no all-powerful creator-god being.
Father: Anyway, there's no thing as a soul - when this body dies, that's it.
Me: I agree (sort of but I wasn't going to get into semantics).
Father: Sounds all rather sensible then. Just don't get involved in any cults.
Me: Yes, dad.
Hehe - it was all very amusing!
"An atheist!?!... But, let me get this right. You do believe in God and the Devil, right?"
My wife told her mother one day. Her mother's reply:
"I figured. He always needs proof of everything for some reason."
My Dad: "Well, as long as you know that you should never be anything you can't spell."
(I spell 'atheist')
Dad: "I guess that's okay then."