Pretty Good

Since Azul is consistently with me, it may come as no surprise that he has attended his fair share of funerals. So far this year he has gone to four funerals with me and I have tried to prep him before each one and we talk about whether or not it is an open casket or an urn we will be seeing on the altar. And most importantly, we talk about funeral behavior. At his Great-grandma’s services he was feeling a little antsy between the Rosary and the Mass and turned to me and asked in a whispered voice, “Why didn’t you get pretty?” I looked down at my dress and replied, “I thought I did.” That’s when he touched his new shirt and blazer and very proudly said, “Not like me!” Both of us had to giggle at that one, even if we were in church.

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