I was astounded to see the family in the pew across from me in church this morning sit down carrying a small parrot tied to a branch with string. It didn’t seem to be part of the mass offering; they apparently had just brought their pet bird to church that morning.
Brandon was ill so I had come to church with both girls by myself. Tabitha proceeded to clamber over and under the pews, throw her books at other parishioners, spill water from her waterbottle all over herself, and squeal loudly when I tried to stop her from escaping down the aisle. As is expected, I took her outside… where she chased a puppy, asked to climb trees, threw rocks, fell down on the cement, and ran away from me.
And you know what? That little boy with his pet parrot sat quietly stroking it and playing with it the whole mass long, barely moving from his seat.
By the end of the service, trying to remember which parts I actually heard and could tell Brandon about, I thought…
Man, dude, I want a Mass Parrot!