Reminds me of the story of the couple who couldn’t conceive, whose priest promised to light a candle for them, at the Vatican, as he was leaving for Rome on sabbatical. When he returned to visit them, after seven years, he was met at their door by a harried looking woman, holding a newborn in one arm, and a one year old in the other, with a two year old and three year old, screaming and clinging to both her legs, while a six year old was trying to set fire to the five year old, who was working assiduously, to cut off the hair of the four year old. When asked the whereabouts of her good husband, the woman snapped at the priest, “He’s gone to Rome, Father, to blow out that damned candle!