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Every Wednesday, my cherubs go to Mass at their Catholic school. I have to admit, the thing I find the cutest is that they have to wear neck ties and cute little garnet sweater vests. But I digress.
The little one struggles quite a bit with all activities that require sitting down - even eating. She would much rather hop, jump, skip or run at all times. I honestly can't imagine where she could have gotten that from.... It should come as no surprise then, that mass is a bit challenging for her.
Each Wednesday when I pick them up from school, I ask how their day went and how mass went. This usually involves an explanation from Mackenzie as to what "wrong" she committed and how it led to her missing recess. This week, as they piled in the car, her teacher said "I have to tell you a funny story about her snow boots sometime" He didn't seem concerned, so I wasn't either.
This is Mackenzie's take on what happened:
Jack "She had no complaints today! She got to go to all of her recesses!" sadly this is the FIRST time she has earned all three recesses in one day.
Mackenzie "Wellllllllll, there was this one thing, Mom"
Insert BS excuse for why she got into trouble today.
She goes on "Well, you know how I have to sit by my teacher in mass? Well today, I was sitting by him, and I started to scoot over to (insert friend's name here), and he told me not to. That was all though."
Mmm-hmm, I'm sure that was ALL there was to it!
On Thursday night, their school had spaghetti night which they told me we just "had" to go to. As we're wrapping up our dinner, her teacher comes down to sit next to us and share the story.
This is his take on what happened:
Me "She said she tried to scoot over to (insert name again), but you stopped her."
Him "She left out that (insert child's name again) was sitting on the OTHER side of the pew. That's not the story though".
Him "Well, you know how she sits beside me in mass...you know, just in case. Well, I look over and she is playing with the elastic on her snow boots. I asked her to stop, and so she did. For a minute. Then it was time to stand up. Usually, if she doesn't want to stand up, I gently tap her on the shoulder to get her to stand up. But she still wouldn't stand up. So I reached down to pull her up, but I'm feeling this...resistance. A resistance beyond her not wanting to stand. So I look down, and she has wrapped the elastic of her boots around and under the pews and she literally can't stand up. So there I am, frantically trying to get them undone in the middle of mass. Thankfully only the teachers noticed".
Yep - that's our Kenz. The same one who managed to roll her own head up in my car window. She's a special, special girl!
