Confession!

Brennan made his first reconciliation this past week.  It is a rite of catholic passage, the first confession of your childhood sins.  I have to admit, I would love to be a fly on the wall to hear the kids heartfelt whispers to the priests.  I think I would have a hard time keeping a straight face.

In honor of the event, the boys wanted to suit up.  It is a new thing for my boys, this obsession with dressing up and looking spiffy.  It used to be I would have to beg and plead for them to don pants that did not sport an elastic waist and a shirt that was not stained with holes.  But now, no, the boys want to wear clothes with style.  And to them, style comes in the form of a tie.

They love ties.  They love button downs.  They love belts.  I am raising three mini-Alex P. Keatons.

I only wish I had a picture of my suited up, GQ boys, but I left early for first reconciliation to get my vote in because it was election day.  But the cuteness, oh the cuteness. They rocked those ties.

During the ceremony, Chris took Brennan up to the altar to make his confession.  At the same time, they announced that the vestibules in the back of the church would be open for adults who wished to make a confession.  Aidan, Griffin and I waited in the pews.  Aidan kept looking behind him to the vestibules open for confession.  Finally, he turned to me and said, "I am going to go make my confession too."

And so he did.  He got up from the pew, walked to the back of the church and got in line for confession, all on his own.  It was enough to make your heart grow two sizes to see him so confident and proud.  The principal of the boys' school was at the ceremony and saw Aidan choose to make confession.  When he was done, she went over to give him a huge hug and tell him how proud she was of him.

We all were.

We were all proud of Brennan too, who in spite of confessing to being really nervous, made it through his confession without a hitch.