Yesterday your Gigi and I had planned to take you to church when I picked you up from work and we would all go get ashes. Well that turned out to be a disaster. Of course I came to the house and you were disappointed that I wasn’t Papa, then you were crying, then I tried to calm you down by showing you your “videos” on my phone. As you were sitting on my lap, I started smelling some bad odor (you know what). I realized my pants were wet where you were sitting on me…Oh boy! I took you upstairs to change you and realized I had “you know what” all over my pants…couldn’t go to church…couldn’t get ashes. Change of plans.
Can I give up changing diapers for lent?