“Can we go to the pain quotidien (post mass treat) and no mass?” the Princess asked me
I don’t know why she objects, it’s far from the dull experience I had when I was her age. We check out the confessionals at the back of the church and look at all the statues “Look, Mummy, baby Jesus. Oh Mummy, another baby Jesus”. You get the picture.
Incidentally, I am having some difficulty explaining the role of Joseph in the holy family, for the meanwhile he has been described as Jesus’s Daddy which may yet get me excommunicated.
Looking at the pietà which features a rather grisly looking Jesus we had the following exchange.
Her: Oh Mummy, poor sick Jesus.
Me: Yes dear.
Her: And his Mummy Mary is sad.
Me: Yes she is, poor Mary.
Her: As sad as Cinderella?
Me: Possibly even sadder.
Her: We give her a biscuit to make it better.
Me: She is so sad that even a biscuit may not make it better.
on 15 January 2006 at 16:31Good for the Princess, tackling the tough topics. My little one is terrified of the priests, which makes eucharist very complicated. last time, as the wizened hand reached forward to bless her, she backed up, stepped off the kneeling bit at the altar rail and fell smack on her diapered bottom. Oh, the screams. Mommy didn’t take communion that day, she was busy rushing the screaming devil-child away from the source of righteousness.
on 15 January 2006 at 19:16Ahh biscuits. Is there anything they can’t do? 1 Sweetie(s) given
on 16 January 2006 at 16:10If it’s such a pain, why does Princess like it so much? (Sorry. Now I know why you want me out of your blog.)
on 16 January 2006 at 17:50I’m sure the baboon would agree with her on the biscuits fixing anything principle … 0
on 19 January 2006 at 12:06Pog, Norah, ahh biscuits. Thanks for the sweetie N.
FT, get your own blog.
Kristin, no problem at all, made me feel very popular.