In a rushed attempt to be a better Catholic mother this past Ash Wednesday, I dutifully slipped into church between school pick-ups and piano lessons. I swear to God, I didn't do it for the blog material, but blog material was indeed what I got:
Daniel (inspecting his forehead ashes in the mirror): "Are these ashes from Uncle Lewis?" (his recently-cremated uncle)
Jack: (also inspecting his ashes): "It doesn't look like fairy dust."
And last, but not least, Joey's recap of the ritual:
Thank you, Lord, for always providing.