I was a lector at the 9am Mass this past Sunday. Deacon John asked me to wait until 9:02am, then come up and read the announcements. I felt awkward having my phone out, but needed to know the time. The boys stepped up to the job and were eagle eyeing my phone to let me know when it was 9:02am. As we were all watching the phone intently, a reminder popped up indicating PMS was starting that day. I cringed, and made the decision to look at my two young children. They were looking directly at me with crooked dimply grins. I couldn't think of anything appropriate to say, and should have been preparing myself for Mass anyway. They were so proud that they have been through the puberty talk at school and caught my eye every chance they got during Mass to evil grin at me...
Me: Do you boys know that if they put out a bucket of children's feet, I'd be able to pick your feetsies out each time?!
Boys: Do you know you say the weirdest things?
