Sunday, August 29, 2010

Deliver us...

Overheard on a Sunday morning...

H: Mom, can Dwennie be a space girl when she grows up?
K: Of course, honey. She can be anything she wants to be when she grows up!
H: Except a priest.
K: Right. Except a priest.
E: Whaaaaaaaa! I wannaaaaa beeeeeee a PWWEEEEEEESST!

First thing flying through my mind:
Oh God. It's a curse. Even at three years old, women want what they can never have. Deliver us both from this Evil.

Welcome to the Holy Roman Church of ancient Patriarchy, my loves. Get up and get dressed for Mass.

1 comment:

  1. PWEEST. I love it.

    Poor Dwen-Dwen. She can just content herself with having a closet full of black and white clothes when she grows up.