Moments in Parenting When You Don’t Know What to Say

As the boy is still a little too young to participate in everything that occurs at Mass, we let him draw pictures while he listens to the readings, homily, and prayers.  He likes to make cards and drawings for the people sitting around us, which we allow him to pass out after the conclusion of the service.

This past weekend, while the liturgy was still in full swing, he held up a drawing he’d made of an X-Wing fighter from Star Wars.

Only it didn’t really look like an X-Wing.

The body of the ship was too round at the end, and the engines, of which you could see only two, were oval-shaped rather than cylindrical.  And he hadn’t drawn any recognizable wings.  No one seeing it, and I can only assume those sitting behind us saw it, would think X-Wing.  Except the boy. He was very proud of it and didn’t understand his mom’s frantic attempts to block it from view.

We’re totally keeping the picture. I plan to bring it out at his wedding reception.