“Mommy, I don’t want to go to church,” said the 3 year old.
“Well, honey, that’s where we’re going,” I replied in my isn’t-this great!-voice.
“I’m too noisy,” he promised.
I consider that premeditation.
Actually, he wasn’t noisy. He just lay down in the aisle. And took off his shoes and socks.
I was nursing the baby (gasp!), happy that I insisted on sitting in the back pew, and grateful for indulgent elderly parishioners.
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Ours was a quiet Mass, too, with mostly older folk who played peekaboo with Penelope over my shoulder. Very nice!
Just think of all the graces 😉 Our 6 year old decided she needed to use the restroom in the middle of the consecration which led to the two year old wailing because I was leaving him with his evil daddy.
nursing the baby in mass, that might be a straight pass to h e double hockey sticksr
ROFL. My Feast of the Assumption Mass was spent with a dear friend and her ADHD five-year-old, who has recently announced that she does NOT like church, it is boring, because it is all about God, so she does her level five-year-old best to make her mother so miserable that she won’t have to go.It really wasn’t nearly as bad as it could have been, now that I think back. (And yes, we were sitting near the back.) But her mother still made her apologize to me “for spoiling [my] time at Mass” when we got back to the house…
Lol… what a funny boy! I have a 4yo just the same… a mini box of sultanas usually keeps them busy for a while, but I never remember to bring them! 😀Ruth xx