After failing to do his altar server duties a week ago and being grounded from video games for it, Roman had no issue making up for it today. But to our chagrin, he had to make it up at the “family mass”, which is in the gym, usually starts later, and doesn’t feel as much like a church service. For some people, I guess that’s a good thing. But I find the folding chairs uncomfortable, and afterwards you have to help put them all away.
I should have kept him back one more day from video games, and I told him so. The reason I wanted to do this was because he made us go to the mass no one wanted. Of course, he said it was mom’s fault. Kids.