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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.  Read the rest of this entry