One Sunday my husband was in charge of getting our sons ready for Mass and then meeting me at the church. When he arrived with the boys, it was quickly apparent that my husband is not as in tune with our children’s wardrobes as I am.The younger son came dressed in his older brother’s shorts. My husband thought they were the younger boy’s pants. Therefore, all through Mass they kept falling off him. Also, another one of the boys, leaving in a rush, had grabbed shoes that were three times too large. The two of them resembled a clown show walking up in the communion line.
Nicole, mother of 8