Things you really don't expect to hear at Ash Wednesday Mass:
-- Whispered while walking up with me to Communion: "Mom, I really want to tell the priest I can jump rope."
-- While receiving a blessing from the priest at Communion: "Ouch!" And from the priest after accidentally knocking him in the head with the...um...thing that holds all the hosts: "ooohh, sorry little guy!"
-- "Can you see my ash? Can you see my ash?" Only "ash" didn't quite sound like that.
-- Shot out of the end of the pew as the closing procession goes by "Did you know I can jump rope?"
-- And last but not least "what's up, priest?!" Across the sidewalk in the general vicinity of the priest. And it was NOT whispered.
I should also say: this was a church we don't normally attend, so Cooper (THAT'S HIS NAME, NOT ALEX!) didn't know the priest's name.
And thankfully I think the priest doesn't know ours either.