Parenthood calls us to extraordinary sacrifice, and teaches us from the depths of that sacrifice.

One of my little angels (I won't say which) was coming along well in the potty-training process. But there's a stage where one hears "I need help!" from the commode, and one must rise to the call of, um, duty. As I entered the bathroom, the pungent fog of putridity caused me to reel. "Eck!" I choked.

At which point my blessed seated munchkin, dipping down into some heretofore unknown deep well of conviction, shouted "MY! POO! POO! DOES! NOT! SMELL! BAD!"

And so it is with us all.

Labels: Catechism Buzz, children, sin, The Fall