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We went to Mass the other night before heading over the the annual church bazaar. We arrived early and were waiting for the Mass to start. Moe turned and asks me "Where is that guy that is supposed to be up there?" Um, you mean the priest? "yeah" We're early, he'll come out in a few minutes. A few minutes later, the priest comes out. Moe turn to me and asks "Who is that guy? Where is Father L or Father J?" That's Father J., just not your Father J. "There are Two Father J's?" Yup, There is Father L, Father J and the other Father J, Father Jo and Father T.
Now this was not the first time we've been to Mass with a different priest, so I'm not sure why she thought there were only two of them. the only conclusion I can come to is she is used to Father L fro our old church and Father J because he visits school and always talks to her.
2 comments:
Stop aging her...she won't be 5 until next month.
Okay, okay, so 8 years and 1 month.....
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