Mass by Tiern:
Then, he held Mass:
Usually Tiern catches an extreme case of jimmies, wiggling his way through Mass.
Tiern asks me constantly: “How much longer until Mass is over?”
Dadoo: “15 minutes, we’re almost there…” (Trying to be encouraging)
Tiern: “Aach, it’s too LONG!”
Today the tables were turned.
After an extraordinarily long Homily (muffled by the microphone), I started to get a little fidgety, and Little Miss was moved to sing hallelujah and dance on the bed.
Dadoo: “How much longer is this Mass anyway?”
Tiern: “We’ve got plenty more to do Dadoo.” (Completely cheerful and busy doing all sorts of tasks). I was seated in the front row, so sneaking out without the priest noticing wasn’t possible. And besides, Little Miss and I were the only congregants.
Dadoo: “This is the longest Mass EVER!”
Tiern: “Pay attention, DADOO! You’re really going to like this next part.”
Later at 7:30pm…
There was even an evening Mass.
Dadoo: “Let’s go Tiern, we need to go pick-up Mama from work. Please put on your shoes.”
Tiern: “I’m having Mass right now.”
Dadoo: “Let’s wrap things up quickly.”
Tiern: “I can’t, it’s a long Mass (long form?).”