See this? It's our church. It's pretty awesome. We normally sit in the choir loft (to the left of the choir, on the far right of the picture) when we go to mass.
See this? This is The Godfather. He's the Don of the Altar Boy Mafia, and he takes his work very seriously. Almost nothing makes him lose his cool during the mass, not holy day pageantry or lost belts or pregnant people falling (ahem, Mrs. Z) .
Almost nothing, that is, except Monkey spitting his paci out in the middle of mass, right over the edge of the balcony and beaning a drowsy and unsuspecting parishioner on the head! The Godfather had to excuse himself to the sacristy to regain his composure and regale the sacristans and servers with the daring exploits of The Godson.
To Monkey, we say: enjoy your notoriety while it lasts. Altar Boy Mafiosi have to exhibit a certain amount of composure during mass. And by that we mean not hitting people in the head.
(We <3 you, Godfather!)
1 comment:
Nice. I am told I once lined up and then one by one flicked my
Cheerios off the railing when I was younger.
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