That's my girl

Mark was raised Catholic.  I was raised Lutheran.  We are still working out the details, but so far, that makes our family Lutheric.  Or Catheran.  Whatever.

Our kids have gotten a taste of both.  Some Sundays we go to a Catholic church Mark chose; some Sundays we go to a Lutheran church I chose.  The boys don't care which one we go to, they like all the crying rooms, lobbys and parking lots the same.  That's where they end up spending most of their time.

Aliza has attended Sunday school at the Lutheran church.  She went to vacation bible school at a Lutheran, a Baptist, and a nondenominational church.  I think she liked the Baptist one best because they had a carnival theme.  That's my girl.*

So right now, Aliza is attending religious education classes at the Catholic church.  She is learning about the Apostle's Creed, or as it's known to the Catholics, the "our Father."  She's learning about communion.  And soon she'll have her first confession.  Yesterday she asked us what that was all about.

"Well, you'll go talk to the priest and tell him all your sins, and he'll absolve you of them,"  Mark told her.

I mentally prepared for questions about what "absolve" means.  Or questions about what exactly she should tell him.

"Wow......I have a LOOOOT of sins,"  Aliza replied.

That's Mark's girl.

*This is a little inside joke between Mark and me.  Whenever one of the kids does something that makes us proud, we claim ownership.  ("That's my girl.").  Whenever they do something undesirable, we pass ownership ("That's your girl.").