Gluttony, Maybe

So, the little Gerber Face received ashes today. I mean, THANK GOD, because it's been a little over 3 weeks since his baptism and he really needed to be straightened out before things got too out of hand. You saw his Valentine's Day picture, right? Flipping the camera off like he's a deranged teenager already? My sweet boy is getting a little too edgy for me. So, hopefully the ashes will set him straight. "Turn away from sin and be faithful to the Gospel," are mighty good words to live by.

But what sin (other than the Valentine birdy he gave me) can this sweet cherub commit? Vanity? No. Rage? Hardly. Greed? Nope. Envy? Never. Sloth, pride, lust? NO.

Gluttony?

Mhm, weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllll....

What do you call one's inability to stop drinking milk? Borderline gluttonous behavior?

He's too new to sin, but it's good to have received ashes nonetheless.

He behaved like an angel, of course, throughout all of mass, and even for the soup and faith discussion we attended after mass. Nick was leading a discussion about Lent and prayer. Isaiah was like a little Lenten prayer all on his own - so quiet, holy, pure, and awesome.

So begins 40 days of meditation and fish Fridays. Nick and I decided that although we think he would try to participate as a devout Catholic, we're not going to let him fast this year.