We got to church a few minutes late on Sunday. The church was very crowded. The usher made some people move over so that we could have a seat at the end of the pew. When it came time for Communion, O asked if we were going to go up.
I whispered, "Not today." She usually goes up to receive a blessing with daddy when he goes up for Communion, but since daddy was away on a business trip she asked me why I didn’t want to go. I replied whispering, "Because I'm not Catholic." In a very loud tone she asked, "Mommy, what is Catholic?"
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as everyone turned to look at us. I leaned over and I whispered, "I will tell you later." She answered, "No, I want to know now. What's Catholic?"
I sat down in the pew to come down to her eye level. I felt like I had a big L on my head. Not for LOSER, but for Lutheran (or as some say Catholic LIGHT). I then said, "A Catholic is someone who practices a particular faith in God. And daddy was raised as a Catholic. I will tell you more later. I pinky promise." I held out my pinky and she hooked hers and she nodded.
Kindergarten SUCKS!
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