MOLLY JOURNAL ENTRY #3

She's not happy. She's sitting on my bed giving me the "i've never done it before but i am so upset i may just pee on your pillow" death stare.

"i can't help it," i say in my little you're upsetting me and imparting terrible catholic guilt that i'm already pre-disposed to upon me

"yes you can. no one would even see me"
"molly, it's a CHURCH. you can't come"
"i'm a child of God too you know. Remember in the new testament, Jesus talked to the puppies in a circle. People were bringing little puppies to Jesus to have him touch them, but the disciples rebuked them. When Jesus saw this, he was indignant. He said to them, "Let the little puppies come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little puppy will never enter it." And he took the puppies in his arms, put his hands on them and blessed them.""
"molly, if you think that after 15 years of catholic education and having my head filled with more bible passages than i'm filled with vowels, that i can't out-wit you in biblical discourse, you are sadly mistaken. and it was CHILDREN not puppies."
"it was puppies. why do they have to have a graduation in a church anyway. if it was in the school i could come"
"you can't come"
"technically she's my sister too"
"she's you're aunt. technically i didn't begat you so really, she's nothing"
[HUGE intake of breath] "SAY YOU'RE SORRY. THAT WAS JUST MEAN"
"ok, you're right i'm sorry, now take your little chew chicken chomper and in your crate"
"i'm not happy"
"i know. come here and cuddle for a little bit. i bet mama hurd will have mashed potatoooooooes for you"
[head cock] "with gravy?
"is there any other way?
[eyes wide, bum wagging]
"hummmmmm.....ok then..."