Playing Communion

One gets to control almost everything about one's firstborn, but not so with the later children, I've been told by many moms. So, I posted on the blog recently about how John has begun playing priest. This morning, it occurred to him to play Communion, so he began feeding me cereal, pretending he was giving me Communion. He would say, "Get on your knees, Mama." Very cute. (Especially cute since we're at a Novus Ordo parish in which Chris and I are almost the only people who receive Communion while kneeling and on the tongue. That is John's model!)

I was working in the kitchen when I heard John shout with glee from the den, "Mary did it! Mary did it!" I rushed in there with a bad feeling. He had fed my mere 10-month-old shredded wheat, playing Communion with her! Thank God, my baby girl--who has no tongue tie or texture aversions like her big brother--did not choke on the big bite of hard, choking food. She was happily chewing and swallowing it when I rushed it!