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CV NEWS FEED // We have more adorable “kids-at-Mass” moments to share from our LOOPers!
From tear-jerking preciousness to sheer hilarity, nothing quite says “out of the mouths of babes” like these incidents.
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Shared by Carolyn C.
When our son was 4-years-old we were sitting in the front pew. At the consecration when the priest said “This is My blood,” our son said in a very loud voice, “is that really blood, mommy?” I was a bit embarrassed, but gave him credit for really listening. I told him we would ask the priest after Mass. Fortunately, we knew the priest very well. That son is now in his 40’s, and I still get a chuckle every time I think of it.
Shared by Marlene G.
My 3-year-old nephew lives in a house where visitors have to pull a rope with a bell when coming to visit. Once at Sunday mass, when the altar boy rang the bell at the hour of consecration, everyone was silent. My nephew then called out “who is it?” Everyone in the church softly laughed.
Shared by Adam F.
Our youngest daughter was 4 when this happened. She and her mother were attending daily mass as they usually did, but this day our daughter was out of sorts. She was a little restless and fidgety in the pews as most 4-year-olds are from time to time.
When it was time to receive her blessing during the communion procession she had her arms crossed over her chest as normal, BUT when she got to the priest she put her hands on either side of her head and screamed at the top of her lungs “PSYDUCK!” (a Pokémon character), then turned and walked back to her seat.
Now her mom, the priest, and the seminarian there giving out communion were all too stunned to speak. While mom was mortified, the priest and seminarian did everything in their power to not break out laughing.
When asked why she did it, our daughter said that Pokémon reminded her of her mom when she gets frustrated and her mom was frustrated with her behavior at mass that morning. When asked again why she thought it was a good idea to do that, she said she wanted the priest to know “Mom’s head was going to explode.”
Shared by Laura G.
My son, who is autistic, once sang the responsorial psalm again after the parish finished. He sang it loudly and his words echoed: “give thanks to the Lord, for He is good, His love is everlasting.” In the moment, I was so embarrassed. But afterwards, multiple people came up to me and said it was a beautiful moment of worship that moved them.
Shared by Chiara N.
I was about 5 or 6 months pregnant and sitting with my family in the back of church, one Sunday morning. Our 5-year-old was sitting on the edge of my lap as we listened to the homily. At a quiet moment when the priest had paused, the 5-year-old decided to use that moment to blurt out the question, “When the baby goes potty, where does it (the potty) go?” (referring to the baby in utero who was nudging him out of his seat).
This question must have been weighing heavily on his mind and he needed to know right then and there. A few families near us looked our way and all we could do was chuckle.
Shared by Anne C.
During the Christmas season when the manger was up, our church had pretty large-size concrete camels up at the altar, right in front of the pulpit. I was listening to the homily when I looked down and noticed my 3-year-old daughter riding the camel. This was much to the amusement of our priest, who just smiled and continued with his homily.
Shared by Anne Marie M.
We had, at the time, six kids ages 1-11. Our family practice was to go for donuts after Sunday Mass, if everyone had been well-behaved and participated as they were able. This particular Sunday, they had been quite good and involved in the liturgy. Even the 3 and 5-year-old were singing the recessional hymn. That’s when I leaned down and realized that they were singing “It’s donut time, it’s donut time” over and over.
Shared by Cathy S.
I was a lector at Mass on Palm Sunday, reading the “narrator’s” part of the Gospel. My 2-year-old granddaughter kept calling my name from her pew. When I returned to the pew, she was applauding and saying (quite loudly), “Good job, Grandma!” Gotta love a receptive audience!
