Sitting next to Patch at Mass is always an adventure. It's also usually a struggle of varying degrees. At our first visit to a new parish somewhat closer to our new home, I had this conversation with The Boy:
Me (whispering near his ear): “Patch. I need you to be quiet right now. This is the consecration. Jesus is here right now. The bread and wine have become his body and his blood.
Patch: “Jesus is here?!?!?!?!?! Where?!?!?!?!”
He looks around.
Me: “The bread and wine become his body and his blood. Up there on the altar. But it’s him. It’s really him. We need to try to be very quiet and to pay attention.”
Patch (peering through the windows of the side chapel up at the altar and seeing the cantor, who happens to have shoulder length brown hair and a beard standing off to one side): “I see him! Mommy I see Jesus! I see him right there!”
Me: “Um. Nope. That’s-“
Patch: “It’s Jesus! It’s Jesus! I see Jesus!”
Later that night…
Patch: “Mommy. I want Mickey Mouse Birthday. I want Mickey Mouse Birthday party.”
Me: “Okay. We can do a Mickey Mouse Birthday. When it’s your birthday. In November.”
Patch: “Mommy. I want Jesus come to Mickey Mouse Birthday. Jesus come to Mickey Mouse birthday, okay?"
In the last few days, however, he's elaborated on his big birthday plans. He would like Jesus to come to his Fishing Pole Mickey Mouse Tea Party Birthday Party on Number Eight (because he says November like "number"). And he's requested that I use the silver tea set for the tea party portion.
He has pretty specific plans for his fourth birthday. And quite a while to wait.