Well, we didn't quite make it to the Red Sea...

...but we did — finally — get out of Egypt!

It was the plagues that sorta slowed me down. The kids simply could not get over the fact that the Egyptian water turned to blood. "Ewwwwww."

Observing the small classes was interesting. Sister Celeste chose to illustrate the nature of God's forgiveness via the Prodigal Son parable. When she got to the part where the guy was reduced to eating what even the pigs wouldn't eat, one bright fellow wondered aloud:

"How come he didn't just kill the pigs and eat them?"

In the class for the pre-schoolers, they talked about their guardian angels. They made paper "angels" to share with the other kids..."angels" that bore a remarkable resemblance to paper airplanes. One went flying out the window into the rectory parking lot, barely missing a parish priest.

Tomorrow is "field trip" day -- a trip to nearby Castle Island in South Boston. Wish I could join them, but, alas, work awaits. Class resumes, God willing, on Thursday.