I’d like to confess the thought I’m having right now, too.

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I was having my confession heard at a monastery by a priest whom I consider to be very holy.  I had my young son with me.  From past experience, I knew he could be rather disruptive during this time, so I thought putting him in a stroller would help harness his energy. I thought I was so smart putting his toy cars on his tray along with some goldfish to eat. “Great, he has everything he needs to be a good boy while I talk to Father,” I thought.  I was sadly mistaken.  As I was confessing my sins, food started flying. Then cars were being flung. Then my son ground up the goldfish with a few good whacks from his toy cars and sent those flying all over the floor.  I was on my knees picking up pieces of pulverized goldfish while telling the priest my sins and mercifully asking Father for his forgiveness when a toy car hit Father in the leg and then the foot. Talk about eating humble pie. I was horrified. Thankfully, Father was very gracious and good-natured about the whole experience, but I now try to avoid at all costs, taking my son with me to confession.

Kathy, mother of 5

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