Jesus the Duck

She was absolutely still this morning during the Consecration, attention riveted on what was going on at the altar. With her feet planted on the seat and her hands on the back of the pew in front of us, she hardly breathed or blinked as the bells sounded and Father prayed.

Just as I was beginning to feel proud of how well my 3-year-old paid attention in Mass, she whispered, ” I’m a dog.”

“What?” I whispered back, almost afraid to know.

“I’m a dog, and Jesus is the duck.”

I looked at her rigid form and asked, “Are you on point?”

“Ruff!” She answered loudly with a wag of her tail.

So if you were in Mass with us this morning, that’s why my daughter barked why she tried to scratch her face with her foot. She’s a dog hunting for Jesus the duck….I’ve decided to be okay with that.

Photo credit: Duck and Dog By Sharp, David E, U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons