After returning from Mass on Sunday, Finnian ran into my room and said, “I was very good at Mass, so I had my throat blessed.”

A few minutes later, he returned and the following conversation took place:

Finnian (whispering):  “Mommy, please may I have a hotdog for lunch.”

Me:  “Go and ask Daddy.”

Finnian (in a loud voice):  “Oh, I give up!”