The story below happened when my now 14-y.o. son was only three years old. It's a family story we'll never forget. I'm reprinting it from a previous blog post. Hope you enjoy it.
Every Christmas Eve, my wife and I take our sons to the children’s service at
our church. The service includes a kids’ pageant and our boys seem to pay closer
attention than they do during the typical church service. Also, we feel that
attending Mass on Christmas Eve provides a wonderful way to begin the holiday.
After the service is over, we go out to dinner to the one place open on
Christmas Eve, a Chinese restaurant.
While my wife and I believe every
family Christmas is special, we cannot conceive that any will be more memorable
than our last one. It was to be a big night as our older son, Andrew, was
finally old enough to participate in the Christmas pageant. He enjoyed two
rehearsals and getting into costume, admirably playing the role of a shepherd.
Because church seating at Christmas is limited and we wanted to take pictures,
we arrived almost an hour early to get a seat up front. We knew it would be
difficult to keep our pre-school age son, Christopher, seated for the long
service and the time before it. Therefore, my wife saved our seats while I
played with Christopher and kept him entertained. When it was close to time, I
corralled him and took him to our seats; he sat on my wife’s lap and anxiously
looked for his older brother and the start of the show.
Just before the
beginning of the pageant, the stuffy air in the crowded church became a little
more unbearable than usual. As there were several babies in the immediate
vicinity, my wife and I both thought one of them must have needed changing.
Catching the odor, Christopher said aloud, “What’s that smell?” He turned
around, looked at his Mom, and said, “That’s disgusting! Mommy, you stink!
Mommy, go to the bathroom!” We did our best to quiet him down, while the people
around us were suppressing their laughter. He continued on, repeating the words,
“That’s disgusting! Mommy, you stink! Mommy, go to the bathroom!” Eventually,
Christopher quieted down and the pageant began.
After Mass ended, we
walked to the car, buckled the kids in, and drove away. On the way to the
Chinese restaurant, my wife and I discussed the incident. She realized that the
words Christopher used in church were the same ones she had used with him during
his potty training. Also, we were convinced one of the babies close to us during
the service must have had a poopy diaper or probably just passed gas. We
chuckled about it. However, our little guy provided the last laugh. Overhearing
the discussion, Christopher, with the smile that only a young child can produce,
piped up with one more comment, “Oh, in church? That was me.”