“Well,” said First Son Christmas Eve, “I have to become a priest. It isn’t even a choice now.”
“What do you mean?” asked The Wife.
“When you sent me over to wish Father a Merry Christmas, he asked me, ‘When I die, will you take my place in the priesthood?’ And I said yes.” (We later learned that he asked Second Son the same question, and got the same answer. But when he reported it, it wasn’t in the context of “have to” and “no choice.”)
The Wife teared up – it was Christmas Eve, after all, and Father was not a young man…
Later, First Son said, “I guess if I have to become a priest, I better start having all my fun right now while I still can.”
wow
Tell him there’s always scotch.