At Mass this afternoon, Daniel got a bit squirmy. And whiny. And sick-of-being-in-this-place-where-everyone-keeps-telling-me-to-be-quiet.
In an effort to re-focus his attention on important matters, I whispered in his ear.
“Look up at the altar,” I told him. “See what the priest is doing?”
“He has bread and wine,” I whispered on. “Up there in a special cup.”
“Something very important is going to happen next …”
“The bread and wine are going to turn into Jesus’ body and blood.”
He snapped to attention, his eyes trained on the altar.
“Where’s the blood?”