Tonight during prayers, Edie grabbed my rosary and I said, “Hon, be gentle, it’s a third class relic.”
The kids glanced at me, and Addie asked, “How?”
“Remember? My rosary was touched to the tomb of Arbp. Fulton Sheen on our trip to New York.”
Addie nodded and Byron piped up, “Hey, our dishes are relics then because St. Nicholas touches them when he eats our cookies.”
Immediately, Tony looks like he’s going to laugh, “Yeah, but we don’t know which dishes.” I can see he’s concerned Byron will want to start touching dinner plates to family members when they get sick.
I exchange glances with Addie, then Tony, then Addie, who is starting to get huffy because Tony and I think this whole exchange is funny, while Addie is dying to blurt out the truth.
It was a close one, but we did manage to get the rosary started without Addie cracking under the pressure. But if you stop by and notice dinner plates stacked under the rosary holders, you’ll know why.