We take our children to Church every Sunday and believe me. . .for a little 5 year old that is not an easy task. She tries to sit patiently but she is a rascal and gets into trouble easily. The glare doesn't work, separating the kids doesn't work. . .finally usually after a few threats of some sort I have to drag her out of church til she calms down.
This past Sunday she was not letting my son sit in his seat. Every time he moved to another spot in the pew she was behind him. She wanted him to sit in her lap but his was becoming distracting for me, Rami and the rest of the church members behind us.
Finally. . .I took her hand and dragged her into the waiting area in the back of the church. I could hear the priest read the gospel and she was ignored by me until she came to her senses.
She came up to me and pointed into a room off to the side. "Momma, what is that room?" The very dark room was the reconciliation room, where you go to confess your sins to a priest. I told her that.
Hmmmm. . .I could see her wheels turning.
After a while she told me she was ready to go back inside and be a "good girl."
I told her she is always a good girl but sometimes she makes poor choices.
As usual after a scolding, H is my best buddy. She climbed into my lap and cuddled with me quietly for the rest of mass.
At one point she whispered into my ear. . ."When do I go to recoliciation( she mispronounced)?"
I told her not until 2nd grade.
She whispered, "Then I am going to have a lot to tell the priest!" She was beaming with a silly grin ear to ear!
That rascal!
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