So, I yelled at a kid other than my own during practice for a Christmas play last night. In a church. Is your karma better or worse if you do something like that in a church? But wait--listen to how I have justified it! If my child was doing something like that, I would have yelled at him. So, since there was no other mom available to yell at this little boy, I was doing everyone a favor.

Mort is playing Joseph. What's that you say? That you thought we didn't attend any particular church on a steady basis so how the heck is Mort portraying Joseph in a church play? Well, true enough my friend. Furthermore, aren't you Catholic? True again. And I don't know what kind of Catholic you are, but I come from the school of Catholicism that would never want kids to enjoy God to such a degree that they deface the altar by having fun near it in a Christmas play. Just sit in your pew and pray that the devil doesn't possess you for sinning. And fork over some dough while you're at it. The priest needs a new Caddy.

Anyway, we have lovely friends who do attend church regularly and their play was short a Joseph. And Mort hear the words "costume" and "stage" and he was on that like white on rice. Win-win.

Anyway, one of the three kings kept standing behind Joseph and tapping him on the head and then pointing at an innocent shepard when Joseph turned his head to see what was up. And under normal circumstances, that would have ticked me off, but Mort would have handled it, so I would have been forced to defer to what he deemed appropriate. It could have been anything from laughing to hitting back to a verbal lashing that would have shut that kind DOWN.

However, Mort was in zombie land. If that boy misses his bedtime by even a few minutes, his eyes glaze over and he goes somewhere else inside his head. And last night he missed his bedtime by an hour and a half. Even someone who doesn't know the signs couldn't miss the fact that he was not all there. And so I had to sternly tell the king to keep his grubby hands to himself. And to also chide him for bringing a shivering baby sleeping in a manger some freaking frankincense and gold. Bring the Son of God a blanket, big shot, okay? Don't be dumb.