Oh no. Of all the things…

So we are sitting on the rectory lawn waiting for mass to start…and Paige see’s Father Boland getting ready to greet everyone at the start of mass…

“Mommy! Daddy! White man good!”

(we are about to shit our pants. we are literally sinking in our chairs)

Let me explain. Paige NEVER likes to sit still for the live-streamed masses. She wants to color, play, jump around. So whenever the priest is talking, the way I would get her attention, try to settle her down while giving her a bear hug on my lap to get her stationary, i would use the color of the priests vestments and say “Green man good!” or “Red man good!” or “Purple man good!”…she started to recognize who the priest was and understand that when he was talking it was time for listening. She didn’t necessarily do it automatically, but she knew that when I said “(priest vestment color) man good”, she would say it back and then start to watch on the TV.

So today is Easter Sunday. We all know what the color of the day is. And now we are going to be racists forever thanks to the woke left and the fact that would not dare have any sense of humor.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Seriously. I can’t wait until we can start attending regularly, with guitar and singing with Brian and Margaret and Paul.