Lost in Translation

While saying our bedtime prayers a few evenings ago, Noah said she wanted to say prayers like we do in church, "Like the Mary one, Mama."

So the next night I suggested we begin with the Our Father. It's a part of every Mass, so I thought that would be a great place to get started.

"Repeat after me," I said. "Our Father,"

Noah, smiling sheepishly, "Our Father."

"Who art in heaven," I continued.

"Who aren't in heaven,"

Well, that's pretty close. I laughed out loud, paused to get my composure, and moved right along,

"Hallowed be thy name..."


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