Church Tales

This weekend I was in Dallas... my parents always take Granny and Papa to Church on Saturday at 5:30, but since the Hogs were playing Saturday (sad game), we told them we would just go to dinner after the game instead of after Church, as is the usual plan.

Since Saturday was my dad's birthday we told him that as his birthday present he could skip church for the weekend and my mom and I would take them to Mass on Sunday morning. (now that I write that it sounds really bad. ha. But he takes them to Mass every single Saturday so I don't blame him for wanting a weekend off!).

So Sunday morning my Mom and I took Granny and Papa to Church. There were TONS of kids there because the school that is associated with the Church was having their fall athlete mass so alllll of the kids were there in their jerseys. And that meant their moms and dads were there with their little brothers and sisters. They were whining and crying and SCREAMING the whole Mass. It was SO annoying.

After we dropped Granny and Papa off after church we picked my dad up and went out to breakfast. I was telling him about all the screaming children and said that St. Rita REALLY needs a nursery so all of the whiners/screamers can go somewhere else during Mass... my dad's response?

"No, Children need to be tortured by sitting through Mass just like the rest of us."

I was cracking up. 

And then my mom proceeded to tell me a story about a time when we were at Mass when I was about 2 years old... It was a silent part of the Mass when the Priest (who was very overweight) was standing up on the Altar and my mom said I stood up on the pew and HOLLERED at her:

"MOM, WHY IS GOD FAT?!"

HA. Kids say the darnedest things. 

Happy Monday everyone!