Our pastor came over for dinner last night. He is a very nice man with a good sense of humor. Which is good. Let's just say we didn't put on airs with him during dinner. He pretty much got to see us as we are:
~ We discussed why women pluck their eyebrows and we even tried to answer the age-old question "What purpose do eyebrows serve, anyhow?"
~ One of my sons repeatedly threatened to shoot a candle in half, to which the pastor kept asking, "What did that candle do to you?"
~ When asked to pass a roll to her father, one daughter, without thinking, launched it from her end of the table to his (and we have a long table, too).
So you see, it is good to let your parish priest see your family the way they really are! He got a kick out of it, and I told him we were all good as long as none of it ended up in a homily one Sunday!