The church would be standing room only. And mum would be all annoyed and go “tfft, why don’t they come the rest of the year”. And baby me would think “fucking fake Catholics”.
Also remembering the time my 9 year old brother got drunk on eggnog and shout-whispered “WOW I’M SO DRUNK” to me in church.
My mum is still judging you if you don’t go to church, btw.
Was at mass this morning with mum, was fairly full. Usually only full for Christmas and Easter in filthy europoor Lutheran churches as well.
My mum hardly ever goes to church though, only went this year since nan died.