At Sunday Mass this week, Father started his homily by recognizing the fathers in the room. The priest started by asking for those who had been a father for at least 80 years. There were two gentlemen who raised their hands. He then cut it in half and about half of the men in the room raised their hands for being fathers for 40 years. At 20 years, another quarter of the men raised their hand. There were a couple for 10 year, one for 5 years, and no one at 2 and a half years. Then he split it one last time for 1 and a half years. The Irishman raised his hand from the back row. The priest made a big fuss and said, “LOOK! We have one in the back row there!” and everyone (including the 1 and a half year old herself) clapped. Can you tell it is an older more mature parish?
After Mass, Morgan decided he wanted to go out for breakfast.
While we were waiting for our food, we sang some songs.
“The wheels on the bus go round and round…”
“Out came the sun and dried up all the rain…”
And played some games.
“Peek-a-Boo! I see you!”
(I forgot the cameras at home so I hijacked the Irishman’s phone to take these photos!)
After breakfast we stopped at Target where Caitlin picked out a bottle of Coke for her father. (She also tried to get him a package of hotdog buns and a can of soup, but I suggested he might not like those as much as the soda…) From there we stopped by to wish Caitlin’s Great-Grandpa Boo a happy father’s day before heading home to take a nap. Even the cats slept!
I have to say that I really enjoyed the day, and I just hope the Irishman had as much fun as I did!
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