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This all-purpose response blesses those who hear it
Whenever I take my kids anywhere in public, I get comments.
“All boys?! Didn’t you ever try for a girl?”
“Five?! You must be crazy!”
“Are they all yours?”
I am not totally sure how my parents felt when I told them I’d signed up for the 3 a.m. hour of prayer on Good Friday when I was 16 years old. Our parish had invited us to “watch an hour” with Jesus, and I certainly didn’t want Him to be alone for one minute. There was only one small detail I’d neglected to consider: I didn’t have a driver’s license yet!