Two weeks ago at Mass.
I was standin' outside with the redhead and up comes hubs with lil' man in his arm all worked up and a tad sweaty.
I thought it was the usual stint where he needed to take dimple dumplin' out for talking too loud - but no.
He tells me all out of breath "I just chased down Jesus".
What? "Yeah" he says, "some girl went up to communion, did not know what to do with the Eucharist walked off with Him, and handed Him off to her grandmother."
My first thought was, uh, how can this be confusing? The entire mass of humans gathered in the church go up and consume the host in a fairly obvious way.
"So" he continues, "I ran back to the vestibule to find her, asked the grandma where she put Him and the grandmother pulled Him OUT OF HER POCKET and gave Him to me. She said she didn't know what to do with it."
I finish "and you consumed Him?"
"Yep" he says. "In front of her."
Saving Jesus from the inside of grandmother's pockets with a toddler in tow - one clueless person at a time.