I needed desperately to hit the local Shop Rite and get a small list of foods that an hour ago I decided were absolutely necessary for my survival: Heath Bars, seltzer water, strawberry yogurt with granola that you mix in, and Zesta saltines so I can bug Bryan to make me Campbell's tomato soup (the pedestrian kind that is concentrated and not at all fancy). I was going to begrudgingly go to the store on my own
Father managed to sneak up on her tonight and say hello without her freaking out or running away. I took it as a good sign considering she wouldn't give him the picture she drew of him and her this afternoon without me by her side. Then he asked her when she's going to start altar serving (He coordinates our altar servers.) That's when Madeline decided to show us that she should be the 2011 Quaker Chewy Granola Bar poster child. "Not while you're here!" my precious nine year old bluntly put it. GAAAA! I froze. Then I turned away from the candy I was seeking and stared at Bryan in total disbelief and shock. Poor Father chuckled it off, but Bryan and I felt horrible. Madeline had no idea that what she said was even hurtful. I guess Madeline also doesn't realize that her sister is four years away from being old enough to altar serve at our parish. A lot can change in four years, and I hope Ellie will outgrow her priest phobia by then.
So now we're home and I realize that we have no Chewy granola bars. I didn't think we needed them, but now I'm not so sure. I'm hoping that Father was not offended by what my mother would call Madeline's "diarrhea of the mouth." The way she said it made it sound like we don't like him (absolutely not the case) and that made us feel even worse. While Madeline thinks her sister doesn't like him, that's honestly not the case. She likes to talk about our parish priests and is curious about them, but I think she's just too scared to actually talk to them.