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Friday, December 3
I Felt So Symbolic Yesterday
There's a reason my wife and I usually don't make the kids sit through the whole church service with us. We're Episcopal, see, so we have to do what my old boss called (a Catholic) called "church aerobics": stand up, sit down, kneel, stand up, sit down...
Anyway, we went back to Shreveport for the youngest's baptism over the weekend. At St. Mark's, if you send your kids off to Sunday School, they stay there until after the service, so the two older ones would miss it. So we had them sit with us.
Is there anything more embarrassing than hearing your five-year-old daughter (who inherited your megaphone mouth) saying "Can we sit down yet?" during the Gospel reading? Or saying "Finally!" once we get to sit for the announcements?
Fortunately, everything else went off without a hitch. My son didn't grab the chrism (sounds sort of dirrty, but really not) and toss it in the font this time, as he did at my daughter's baptism. A good time was had by all, even the baby, who fell asleep right after they dunked him.
Afterwards: lunch at Dominic's, then the drive back to Fort Worth. I always thought that "are we there yet?" was an urban legend, until my daughter started saying that with "whine" turned to 11. With two hours still to go. When the baby cried, she said, "Please, stop, I can't take it anymore!" Somehow, we survived.
