Funny stories, anyone?

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I haven’t been on CAF long, but I imagine this sort of thread has happened before. Anyone want to share a funny story? Mishaps at Mass, the things kids say, Catholic school stories, holiday disasters, etc?

I’ll start the ball rolling. When my brother and I were kids, he was an altar server who usually served the same Mass each week. There was another family that had twin boys my brother’s age. Unfortunately, these boys suffered from a severe form of autism. They were occasionally disruptive, but no one minded because it wasn’t their fault and their parents were trying so hard.

One time, the twins came up with their dad at Communion time. Father said “Body of Christ,” the dad said “Amen,” and my brother moved the Communion plate forward just in case the Eucharist fell. One of the twins thought it was being offered to him and grabbed hold. My brother tried to pull back gently but the other boy refused to let go, so before long they’re both struggling at the front of the Communion line, each one straining with all his strength for sole possession of the plate. The poor dad looked horrified and the priest was shaking and turning red from trying not to laugh. Then he did start laughing, just as my brother gave a great heave and the other boy let go. My brother’s arm with the Communion plate swung back and struck Father in the - ahem, well, we’ll just say Father’s laughter ended abruptly.

I have a few others, but I’ll see how this thread goes first.
 
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I took my 4-year-old niece to Mass with me one Saturday. I always sit down front; when they brought the gifts down, my niece said, “We’re having snacks!”.
 
I’ve told this before, but when I as the DRE at the Catholic school I had the parish calendar on my bulletin board, My daughter came in after school, looked at the Saint of the Day (St. Polycarp) and said loudly:
Who’s Saint Holy Crap?
 
Speaking of wedding stories, right at the tail end of my sister’s wedding, my daughter (who was only 7 or 8 months old) tooted at a quiet part towards the end. It wasn’t loud enough for all to hear, but of course, I was the one recording the wedding on my video camera. And it was definitely loud enough for the camera microphone to pick it up. Luckily, my sister found it hilarious rather than fretting that it ruined her wedding video. 😄
 
Some years ago, The Husband and I asked Father for a blessing after Mass on our wedding anniversary. He started in on the prayer and when he attempted to say our names he could not for the life of him remember mine.

The Husband is a non-Catholic who Father sees once or twice a year. I’m the head sacristan who he sees every day.

I had my head bowed at the time so all I saw was Father’s hand making a sort of circular gesture as he racked his brain to recall my identity. The Husband, however, told me he’d turned as red as a lobster. 😳

@pianistclare 🤣
 
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Everyone standing with heads bowed at mass as the haunting recording of the bugle call and words "Lest we forget " for Rememberance Day …and my four year old son says happily,and loudly,
“That’s a nice song !” 😊
 
We had a visiting priest years ago…I mean YEARS ago, and he said
“there’s something wrong with this mic” and the entire congregation said

“And also with you!”

Poor guy.
 
It is in a way as remembering and being remembered is always nice. :australia: :new_zealand:🇰🇷:thailand:🇺🇸
 
Four years ago, a cousin died after a long battle with cancer. Among the relatives gathered at the Funeral Mass was her sister, Gina, and Gina’s little boy, Josh. At one point, Josh slipped out of the pew and approached the closed coffin with a puzzled expression. He circled it thoughtfully, and then asked loudly and clearly “Mom - what’s in the big box?”
 
Yeah. My daughter who was only 6 wanted to know where they put Nan’s legs. She could only see the top exposed part of the body at the funeral home. I told her they were still there, just tucked under the covers.
 
I can see how she thought that. It’s good she asked so you could clear it up, rather than keep it to herself and let it bother her.
 
My grand daughter recited the Hail Mary with “blessed is the Fruit of the Loom”…which didn’t surprise me, since her father as a little one sang, “Old MacDonald had a farm, G.I., G.I., Joe!”
 
My children and I went to confession after mass sometime back in queue with a few others in a little rural church,quite old.We moved away up the front as the voices from the confessional were too easily heard…I had to keep moving my shoes,dropping my keys so that we didn’t overhear.
A noise caused my daughter and I to see if it was our turn yet and saw the priest sitting in there looking a bit cross as his door had swung open…I think it’s a sight both of us won’t forget 😁 Small room,large priest,very echoey church …latches that didn’t work .
 
A family was hosting a reunion and some of the extended family from Minnesota (a husband, wife, and their young son) came in for the event. The whole family was having a great time at the reunion when Sunday, the last day of the reunion, rolled around. Now overall the family was Catholic, except for the Minnesotans who belonged to a little local community church. Figuring they’d join the family, they went to the Catholic church and after Mass, said their goodbyes and headed home.
Back in Minnesota the next Sunday the little boy of the family was talking with some of his friends in Sunday school and what it had been like at the Catholic church. He thought it had been interesting, but he didn’t like how much the priest had talked about St. Paul. St. Paul was great, St. Paul this, St. Paul that. But not even once had he mentioned Minneapolis.

*rimshot*
 
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