Part of a series.
The IC family went to an ecumenical prayer service for life on this near-anniversary of the Roe v. Wade decision. The service was at our Cathedral in town; the presider, our somewhat new local bishop.
Afterward, this being Minnesota, talk turned to the upcoming Vikings game tonight. My oldest son, chic #1--who has never met our bishop--strode up to him and asked if he was a Vikings fan or a Saints fan--you know, given he's a bishop and all....
[ba da boom, groan].
Our bishop laughed and said he was a Detroit fan, but today, he's rooting for the Vikes.
Didn't help, I'm afraid--they lost 31-28. [Deep sigh.] Did New Orleans really deserve this? I mean, they have Mardi gras coming up. We have...watching curling in the Winter Olympics. However, it does seem that chic #1 has inherited the IC genes. He can take over the blog in my old age. Or a couple of years, at this rate.