February 9, 2016
Some time ago, I was listening quietly at the back of a Grade Two art and religion class. There was a little fellow in front of me, holding a small jar of ink. As he looked around he saw a little blond-haired girl with pig-tails in front of him. The little guy held the ink up to the girl’s hair. I coughed quietly and he turned around to see me watching him. His response to the “crime” was to say, “I’m sorry Father, it was the devil who made me do it”. Right!