Grownups are not the only ones prone to distraction in church. Case in point:
As Father H began his homily today, he mentioned that he was going to use a Really Big Word: Transubstantiation. Little Brother’s eyes opened wide. That’s a BIG word! I grabbed a pen and wrote it on the front of his “Magnifikid” so he could see just how big it is.
He pondered the word for a few seconds, then poked Big Brother to show it to him. Then he appeared to be sitting and listening nicely–until he tapped me on the arm and whispered, “Do cones have vertices?”
During one homily, from my 6 yo son:What's 200 + 200?Do snakes have bones?Are we going to a restaurant after Mass? I had to tell him he could only ask questions about church.
One time I was at my old church in New York up in the choir loft. It was a really, really boring sermon. Hard to stay awake. I saw a woman writing vigorously. I thought "Wow she's diligent." I leaned over to see what pearls of wisdom she was gleaning that I missed. Here is what I saw:Monday – meatloafTuesday – chickenWednesday – pork chopsetcSo it's not just the kids!