Like Mother, Like Daughter

Madame's Nightshirt

Mrs. Peperium

"Mom," said Roger Kimball's future daughter-in-law, as she climbed into the Jeep after school. "You'll never believe what happened at Chapel today."

"What Honey?"

"The principal was the last one to be seated before Mass began. Out of all the kids in the school, guess who she sat next to?"

"Who?"

"Little Bertie!"

"Little Bertie?  Oh no, not him!" exclaimed Mrs. P.  Looking over her shoulder at Little Bertie who was already seated in the back, she asked, "Is this true?"

Little Bertie nodded his head yes in a most serious fashion.

Bracing herself and turning back to RKFDIL, Mrs. P asked "What happened?" 

"Well, the moment I saw her sitting next to him, I just started praying for him.  And do you know what?"

"No." said Mrs. P quietly.

"He was a complete angel."

"He was?"

"Really, he was. You should've seen him."

"Is this true Little Bertie?" asked Mrs. P 

"I was good." replied Little Bertie. "When I dropped the hymnal on her foot, I said I was sorry."

"You dropped a hymnal on her foot?  Oh no! What did she say?"

"Thank you."

"Mom, then do you know what happened?" asked RKFDIL.

"No...I'm afraid to ask."

When it was time to go up for the Eucharist, I found myself in her line."

"Her line? What, was she giving out the Hosts?"

"Yes."

"And you got in her line?"

"I couldn't help it.  But do you know what?"

"What?"

"The only time you can stick your tongue out at the Principal without getting into trouble is when she gives you The Body of Christ."

Mrs. P paused, wondering what the right reaction should be.  Then she forgot all about the right reaction and broke into laughter. "See Honey, I told you, you've got a real friend in Jesus."

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Comments

[Adam Mitchell Bernard Bond]

That is the most amusing thing I have read in a good long time, and after consuming about three bottles of pinot noir, I'm not in a position to argue the above point.