I've always told the boys, when we're at church, that they're in God's house and have to behave and so on. Aside from the two older boys gleefully announcing a few years ago that God gave them candy after Mass one day (a visiting priest had candies for the children - if he's at the front, he must be God they reasoned) they've had some understanding of how to behave (well...usually...there was the time the older two started to shove and fight - okay, brawl - with each other in the line for Communion and the priest announced cheerily, "Ah. You must be Irish" to the merriment of everyone around us).Today my second-oldest, who just turned six, turned to me thoughtfully after checking out all the stained glass windows and other artwork at a church we go to if we need to attend the early service (not our regular parish). I watched him, delighted that he was examining all the religious artwork and stained glass so carefully. This is my boy whose main motivation to go to Mass is coffee Sunday. He leaned close to me after some time spent gazing at everything and whispered loudly, "Why isn't there any TV at God's house?"
The two older ladies sitting behind us erupted into giggles.
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