that my children managed to smuggle into church, there never was a (toy) sword. A sword? How did the child behind me at Mass this morning manage to bring a sword - albeit of the foamy variety - to church? Hate to do a "if that was my child" but...if that was my child, the sword would have been confiscated and placed in a secure location. (i.e, behind mother's derriere until church was over; then it would be sentenced to a high shelf in the parents' closet for a certain punitive duration.) I'm not a crank. I like those foamy toy swords. We've had a lot of fun with them over the years, just as we've also enjoyed the sport of fencing/walloping with swim noodles. Now
that plants a very bad image in my mind - children bringing 'noodles' to church.... Oy. That would demand more than a stink-eye to the parents. One might need to call an usher. Or the pastor.
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