And baby-wrangling, too. At one point, Francisco headed for the door at top speed, but my oldest boy, who was sitting with friends, reached an arm around the back of the chair, grabbed him by the collar, flipped him over, and handed him back to me upside down. Frank was squealing, “Never do that, Bill! Do that again!”
Usually he’ll put his head down and hold still if I sing to him in Spanish, but he’s figured out that’s a trick. I did get him to listen to the Ordinario, the fixed parts of the Mass, by telling him it was the Theme Song ;-).
Suppressed smile. Smile breaking out again. Big one.