As I child I loved Palm Sunday. I was allowed to carry plants into Church, encouraged to wave them around, and was doused with water that was flung through the air by the priest! What fun is this! And the best part was... my parents couldn't say ANYTHING!!!! And all under the guise of Mass. I could whack my brothers with my palm. Tickle my brothers with my palm. Make funny, green mustache faces with my palm. What was there not to love!?!?!
Then I grew up.
This past weekend I took five children to Mass with me. It was Palm Sunday. Let me just say, karma... not so cool.
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