Stickin' close to God

Pictures of Hallowe'en are coming but I thought I would post these two funny incidents before I forget them. The first happened on Hallowe'en night as we trick or treated which, by the way, is very strange in the country. One covers around ten kilometres worth of road and knocks on only 5 or 6 doors. People also don't light jack-o-lanterns up here so it's a bit of a guessing game as to who is doling out the sweet stuff. Is there a homeowner hiding behind that curtain? Anyway, as we drove from house to house, Jacob and Hannah quickly learned that their mommy really likes cheesy chips (Doritos). How did they discern this? After their first few stops, I was hitting them up for anything that smelled remotely orange and MSG-filled. We continued to trick or treat with our second last stop being Dave's principal's farm. Said principal brought us into his kitchen and showed the kids his table of goodies. Jacob mustered his gusto and said, "Our mom really likes cheesy chips. Could we take a few bags of them?" What could I say? Not much.
The second incident happened today at mass. Dave had removed youngest son to the back of the church as the pew was becoming a jungle gym. Therefore, I was left with the three oldest who really are not a handful at church. However, the moment we began to sing the Holy, Holy, Holy and lift our eyes heavenward, my eyes were drawn downward to a little hand holding a tube of white school glue. "What?", thought I. A certain little girls' eyes looked up at me and said, "I found it in Jacob's jacket. "Oh." I rooted through the pockets of the jackets of both offenders to make sure that the pockets weren't filled with the offending white goop. Upon discovering that the pockets were clean, I noticed glue on only daughter's new winter coat as well as eldest son's hood. With a quick, "Pass me the wipes now, Hannah," I proceeded to wipe down the coats so that I wouldn't have to face dried glue at the end of mass. I'm proud to say that I did this all while on my knees and with the jackets successfully hidden in front of my body. Of course, my mind was not fully participating in the celebration of the mass but, as we parents know, sticking close to God is found in the small stuff. Happy All Souls Day.