Let me tell you a little bit about our Sundays...

I shouldn't "our Sundays" like there's some kind of predictability there, because they're kind of all over the map. But one kind of Sunday that we experience is the go to mass and Sunday school Sunday with a trip to Hannaford on the way home, and that's the kind of Sunday we had today. Nick usually doesn't accompany us on these kinds of Sundays, what with the church attendance, but he sometimes does if there's going to be food.

Today, being the third Sunday of the month, there was a full breakfast put on by the Knights of Columbus. Unfortunately, we failed to realize both that it was the third Sunday of the month, and the significance of this, so Nick missed out on a really fantastic breakfast. I'm talking home fries, three kinds of pancakes, sausages, scrambled eggs, fruit salad…. delicious.

After us girls ate all we could, which is probably less than Nick alone would have eaten, I took all the kids downstairs for Sunday school. I'm actually not teaching this year, but I do teach the pre-K to first grade class on the third Sunday when the regular teacher is away on a monthly business trip. (See? See how complicated our Sundays are?) However, the first communion class teacher was sick today, so I had all of the kids. Which was really just my two girls, another girl making communion, and a sweet little first grade boy.

We spent the class drawing and talking about what the sacraments are, and then about the concept of family. I asked the kids,

"What do you like to do with your families?"

and Maggie said (of course it was Maggie),

"We like to eat eyeballs. We eat like, ten eyeballs every day."

And that poor sweet little boy got wide-eyed and panic stricken.

"Really??" he asked, terror in his innocent little voice. He knows I'm Maggie's mom and Nina is her sister, so in his dear little mind, he had just found out he was trapped in a room with three people who eat eyeballs.

"No." I said sternly to Maggie. "We don't eat people's eyeballs. That's not a nice thing to say Maggie."

"Yes we do," she said. "We're really monsters. And we like to eat eyeballs."

Where the heck did this kid come from?? Fortunately Nina and the other girl set the record straight. Hopefully the kid comes back to Sunday school and doesn't have any nightmares.

What am I going to do with this kid?!!