God’s In Galway
P’s best friend D was over playing today. We were in the dining room, coloring, when the doorbell rang. P is in his “I’LL GET IT” stage (wait til he figures out he can answer the phone!) and ran to the door, with D in close pursuit.
There were two older men there, in woolen scarves and jackets. “This is for the parish…” and handed me a flyer. I, of course, having NO idea what to do with it, said “Oh…um, is this everything?” and as they were moving away, they said yes.
So I look at the pamphlet, with the boys trying to see it.
“Is it from…God?” asked D.
“God?” I said, not knowing what to say. D tried to open the pamphlet in my hand, looking for a special picture.
P, not knowing what/who God is, said “Oh, it’s from Galway.” And D replied “From Galway?”, looking at P like he’s nuts. And then they both walked away.
Apparently God is from Galway.
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That is SO cute.
Maybe Aer Lingus and Knock Airport should be made aware of this fact given their decision, announced yesterday, to concentrate on targetting people going on religious holidays for the Wessht.
Comment by Fiona — March 15, 2006 @ 09:35 GMT