You don't drop the body of Christ, kids
So apparently for my older brother's wedding, my little brother and I get to carry the gifts to God.
Kit: "So we get to carry the Christ chips?"
Mom: "Yes, you get to carry the Christ chips."
Dill: "And not spill them everywhere" /mimes dropping bowls all over the place.
Mom: "You don't drop the body of Christ, kids. ... Even if that's what happened at my wedding." /laughs. "that poor altar boy."
We're all going to hell. Oh well.
Kit: "So we get to carry the Christ chips?"
Mom: "Yes, you get to carry the Christ chips."
Dill: "And not spill them everywhere" /mimes dropping bowls all over the place.
Mom: "You don't drop the body of Christ, kids. ... Even if that's what happened at my wedding." /laughs. "that poor altar boy."
We're all going to hell. Oh well.