Bede missed Mass twice in the last few weeks because he overslept. The second time it happened he was very upset and talked about it for days. Today he woke up and came thundering down the stairs, still in pajamas. "Mom! What time is it? Where is Gil and Dad?" I reassured him that nobody left, he was fine, and he wouldn't be forgotten. He immediately started getting ready – here he is, putting on his shoes. He also has a cute and devoted relationship with Mary. It's taken years, but I'd say the boy's a Catholic.
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