I’m not bragging, but my children turn heads at Liturgy. Correction: my children’s noise level turns heads at liturgy. My daughter’s cry is not a force to be reckoned with. It’s a quite a sight to see a grown man’s blood curdle upon hearing this little banshee cry. I’m not embellishing. I wish I was. Each week my husband and I feel like stressed silencers rather than participants in the Divine Liturgy. The kids, in turn, internalize this stress and are louder. Needless to say our Sundays have inspired this sketch.
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