Holy Waller

On ash Wednesday we were at the evening mass, and Owen was holding it together with the help of a train and some books. Given that it was bedtime and someone had just put dust on his head, he was doing a very nice job. The announcements started and Owen started whining and yelling "waller! waller!" and pointing to the back of the church. After realizing that he was not going to stop asking, Brett took him back to the drinking fountain for a drink. The final song began, they came back, and Owen continued to yell for "waller". Finally, when the song was over and we walked to the back of the church for our dose of holy water, we realized that Owen just wanted a dip like everyone else. He went with me to the baptism font, and without any coaching, dipped his hand in and patted himself on the head. This is now an important part of Owen's sundays!

And...we were giving Clara a bath a few nights ago and he was dipping his hand in her little tub and making his version of the sign of the cross. His Godparents must have taught him well!