While the kids were cleaning up after breakfast this morning, I told Ian to get me the suit pants and shirt he wanted to wear to church tomorrow, and I would iron it (this falls under laundry, so no, I won't let him anywhere near the iron, because I've seen what he does with it.) Before he could get up from the table Alex leaned across the kitchen island and asked if I would iron a dress shirt for him as well.
Ian wanted to know where he was going that he needed a freshly ironed dress shirt.
"Tomorrow is Easter," he replied, barely restraining himself from adding "Duh!" to that.
We thought he was done with church.
"I'm done with Catholicism. I'm not done with God. I'll go to church with you tomorrow and for stuff like Christmas."
I told him to go get the shirt, and as he walked past I hear Ian mutter, "I'll be damned" as he got up.
I'm not sure if Alex is going for himself of for his father, but I'm betting on the latter, and judging from how choked up Ian was, I think he does, too.
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