Jeffrey stood on the kneeler, at the end of the pew in church today, watching a few of his big sisters and a hundred other children file past on their way to Children's Liturgy of the Word. I caught him inching slowly closer to the group, in a futile attempt to get away and go with them. I leaned down and whispered into his ear, "Next year Jeffrey, you can go upstairs when you are 4."
Jeffrey turned around and said out loud in the middle of Mass, "And when I'm nine I can drink beer!"
Sunday, January 16, 2011
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