Just for a Smile

So, on Sunday, they cancelled CCD and my son and I enjoyed some quiet time at Mass. He’s really good in church (unlike Demon Baby who was in solitary confinement with her father). I can count on him to sit on my lap, snuggle close, and in general be very good. It’s nice.

As a reward, when it was time for the Offertory, I gave him my envelope to put in the plate along with a dime and penny of his own. The basket came his way and he dutifully dropped the envelope in. He kept the money clenched firmly in his fist.

“Honey, you need to put the money in the plate,” I urged gently.

He looked aghast. “But Mommy, I need it to go play golf!”

Now where in the world did that one come from?