Yesterday was Ash Wednesday, which is an important day for Catholics, for it marks the beginning of Lent. I sing in my church's choir, and we "performed" at 7:30 p.m. mass.
My husband and children sat in the balcony with me, as they usually do when I sing with the choir, but my husband is in charge of the children when it is time for communion or ashes, because I am singing.
According to my husband, when they arrived in front of the priest to receive ashes, Joey was in front of the line. The priest bent down to make the sign of the cross of ashes on Joey's forehead.
His eyes widened, he stepped back, and said, "No thanks."
I have to give the priest credit. He stayed on his toes, turned to my daughter, and performed the ritual on her. At that point, Joey decided the ashes were safe, and took the initiative to step forward and offer his forehead.
However, my son was not finished yet.
During mass, Joey found two pencils in the pews. As mass ended, we stopped to say hello to Father Kelly, our much beloved priest. Joey pushed forward, holding out the pencils proudly.
"Excuse me, God?" he said, talking to Father Kelley. "I have some pencils for you."
Joey - 1
Me - 1 (Great singing on my part!)
Father Kelley - 1
God - Infinity