Communion Class

Lala started Communion classes on Saturday, which means that she is getting old & I need to have another child because neither one of us are getting any yonger.
Classes are from 10:00-11:30 am, of course my child had to be the one to start her shit early in the morning. This was our conversation:

Me: Lala, hurry up & get dressed we have to be there @ 10:00.

Lala: Why? I'm not going, I want to stay home & watch cartoons.

Me: Yes, you are. And you're going because Abuelita said you have to go, if it was up to me you can stay home for all I care.

Lala: I don't want to go & Abuelita is not here, she's in Santo Domingo, don't tell her.

Me: Impossible. She will know that you didn't go to Communion class.

Lala: How? Like I said she don't live here. She is in Santo Domingo.

Me: Look, I know where my mother is.
Communion is like Kindergarden, you go to class & when you finish you graduate, except with Communion it's in a church & you have to wear a white dress like I did. Remember my picture in Abuelita's house?

Lala: Yea, then I want a crown because Daddy said I am a princess.

Me: Fine, whateva..don't care cause I'm not the one buying the dress or the crown. Call your Grandmother & tell her you want a crown with the dress for Communion.

As we are walking to the church, Lala has a serious face & starts to cry.

Me: Why are you crying? There is no need to cry, I didn't whoop your ass so stop crying.

Lala: I don't want to go, I want to go home.

Me: You are starting to piss me off & it's only 9:54 in the morning. Look, if you don't like the class today then you call your Grandmother & tell her that you don't want to go. You always say you don't want to go somewhere & then you end up not wanting to leave or wanting to go back.

Lala: Ooh no. I don't want to go, I want to watch TV or go to sleep.

Me: Whateva. This conversation is over. You are going to Communion class & then we will talk later. Wipe your face & stop crying all the time. You are not a baby.

Lala: I'm not crying & I'm not a baby. I am 8 yrs. old.

Me: You don't act like it.

We finally get to the church & I noticed that some of the parents are still hanging around, so I asked the janitor if it's alright for the parents to stay. He said that they don't have a problem with the parents sticking around. So I just sat in the back of the auditorium listening to everything that my child was learning.
It felt weird cause all I kept thinking about was being in Catholic School in the 3rd grade & learning the same stuff. And to see my child taking this class was so surreal.
After class was over, the priest came over to introduce himself to us & spoke to us about what to expect for the coming year. This is the conversation while on our way home.

Lala: I had fun. I learned about God & Jesus & I already know all my prayers. When is Communion? I want my crown.

Me: It doesn't work that way kid, you have to go every Saturday until May. Then there is another year of the same thing. You have to go to church on Sunday mornings.

Lala: Ok, fine. I like my teacher & my new friend. What's her name?

Me: That's nice, I thought you said you didn't want to go & I have no idea what your friend's name is. You need to ask her next week.

Lala: I am going to call Abuelita when we get home, right now I am going to play in the park, ok.

Me: Yea, sure. Whateva..make it quick cause we have to go shopping.