A Priest and a Pastor walk into a bar.

Yesterday was a red letter day in my nephew Devin's life. He had his first communion. It is a big thing in a catholic's life. So we take Trenter to Gramma's for a nap and then Big Daddy, Joseph and I head off. We pack a bag of books & goodies since we all know how a 4 year old (and Big Daddy) can sit through mass.

Joseph is learning a bit about God and all that stuff. He prays at night for people or things on his mind. When he gets hurt or really, really upset about something we pray about it to make it better. He knows God lives in heaven, but he also knows church is about God. So we get situated in the pew and we are chatting. Joseph points to the man in the white robe and says "Is that God?" I say "No honey that is the pastor" *gasp* 100+ devout catholics whip their heads around to look at me while Big Daddy is elbowing me and saying "priest honey... priest" *DOH!* "Right, Joseph that is a priest not a pastor" Ok. I guess that relay's how much I know. Priest... Pastor same difference? I guess not. Hey at least I didn't say he was the Pope. I do know better than that.