Church Bread
I went into the kitchen Saturday and Tracey had two pieces of white bread stacked like a sandwich.
Except there was nothing in the sandwich.
“OK, so she just took out the bread to make a sandwich” I thought.
Then she cut it down the center.
“Hrm... well, usually you make the sandwich first and then cut it, but ...”
Then she cut it two more times in parallel, rotated the plate, and prepared to make more cuts.
“What?” she asked, noticing me there with a look on my face like a dog that just heard a whistle but can’t figure out where it came from.
I looked at the plate.
“I’m making some ‘church bread’ for Ethan... he likes it...”
"Ok," I said, having learned that there are a large number of things that go on in and around the house about which I know almost nothing, and most of the time it’s really just a waste of everyone’s time for me to try and gather explanations for everything.
I can only presume that ‘church bread’ it was Ethan calls the cubes of bread we use for communion. I prefer “Holy Cubes” but whatever... he can learn the proper names when he’s older.
A few minutes later I was back downstairs. Tracey called to me from the top of the stairs. When I appeared, she flung a baggie full of ‘church bread’ at me: “Give this to Ethan.”
Her aim was a little off, so the baggie hit the wall and landed about 4 steps up the stairway.
“Hey, that’s the body of Christ there... a little respect,” I said in that snarky way that she has no doubt become accustomed to ignoring.
“Whatever... I’m going to empty the dishwasher,” she said, already disappearing from sight.
“You know, you’ve worked really hard, why don’t you let me do that and you come down and sit with Ethan,” a better husband would have said, instead of “OK”
Ethan ate all the church bread. No grape juice, however.
He did have some water that he kept handing to me after he had taken a drink.
I do hope he wasn’t expecting that he was going to hand me water and have me miraculously transform it into something else. Like I need that sort of pressure.
Just another day at Chez Luoma.
(Note: please understand that at no time was the actual body of Christ abused, maligned, mistreated, or blasphemed. This was merely a baggie full of white bread.)
Comments
WHITE BREAD!!!!!!
I would at least hope that for transformations you would use WONDER bread!
Posted by: piperspapa | August 23, 2005 09:44 AM