Church

OK. I'm sure this somehow makes me a really bad parent, but... in desperation today.... I bribed my children to sit still and pay attention in church. The offer? One solid M&M for every question they got right on the way home from church. It worked moderately well.

Mom: "What did Father talk about today?"
Quinn: "Cats!" OK... it was an analogy, but the image of a cat WAS used, so... one point.
Mom: "Name one prayer we said."
Colby: "The Our Father!"
Mom: "Name one song we sung."
Rob: "Oh, Maria!" HEY! I didn't know Dad's were playing, too. One point for Dad.
Mom: "What is the name of our priest?"
Colby: "Uncle BOB!" Uhhhhh..... no.
Mom: "Try again. What's the name of our priest?"
Colby: "Father Bob!" Still, no.
Mom: "One more time. What's his name?"
Quinn: "Father AL".

When I asked what the name of the Pastor was at St. Peter and Paul, Quinn said this...
Quinn: "But you already SAID his name. Pastor!"
Mom: "No. What's his NAME?"
Quinn: "Pastor!"
Mom: "No. His name!"
Quinn: "What, you mean like a LAST name?"
Mom: "Yes."
Quinn: "OOOOHHHHH. Pastor Weber."
Thank you.

The question no one, including Dad, apparently knew the answer to... the color of today's vestments. We had green, white, red, and dark yellow given as guesses. Was no one looking forward the entire service? Even when they shook the man's hand as they left the church??? Come on, people. It's PURPLE! He was ENSCONCED in PURPLE! From his neck to his toes! Sheesh.