The Liturgical Edition
“Finish your breakfast and get dressed!” I told the kids. “We’re going to Mass for the feast of St. Blaise.” I explained that the priest would give a special blessing today by crossing two candles and holding them up to our throat.
Felicity’s eyebrows drew together in concern. “Are the candles…lit?” she wondered.
While at Mass, I was discreetly nursing George during the homily. Angela leaned over and whispered, “If you had three ba-ba’s, you could nurse three babies at one time.”
“Mm-hmm,” I murmured, and she leaned in close again.
“Like a pig,” she added.