Well, yeah! That's my mom!

And her sister: My brother calls her Sr. Mary Penguin.

I guess after years of attending Catholic school my sense of humor is very finely honed and too subtle and some folk need to have it explicitly called out:

/s

Commenter has a valid concern.

Commenter asks "You actually expect us to believe someone brought duct tape into church on the chance there was a noisy kid"

Why, no. Some people just come prepared with tools & materials for a variety of situations. This was one of those kind of people and one of those kind of -- as it turns out -- situations. Think Boy Scouts: always prepared! Heck, it could have been a leaky pipe.

Commenter further asks "he could use it on in front of his parents?"

I'm not certain, but it looked to me like the kid's mom was one of the folk who exclaimed "Hallelujah" and his dad was one of the people who exclaimed "Amen!" after the kid was silenced.

You're lucky.

My mom's sister (the nun) insisted that when the bed linens were ironed that spray starch was used. So the creases were viciously sharp. Every morning I would wake up, my body oozing blood with what looked kind of like paper cuts.

I mentioned that to the priest associated with the parish and he told me it must be "stigmata". He said he'd be talking to Rome about sainthood, but it's been a few decades and I have yet to hear back.

Vaguely related (only that it involves sound and tape and the word "peace")

Huh...

I was visiting a a friend over a weekend. They are Roman Catholic, so I thought it was polite to attend Sunday Mass with them. Anyway a few folks to my left in the pew there was an loudly annoying child. At the end of the Mass the priest suggested that the folks in the pews should sort of greet one another and say something like "Peace be unto you". The person adjacent to the annoying child hauled out a roll of duct tape, ripped off a strip, taped it to the child's mouth and proclaimed "Peace be unto you".

Most, if not all, of the folks in the church then exclaimed "Hallelujah!" and "Amen!"

Oh my! It gets worse...

My mom's sister is a nun (and therefore kind of doubly her "sister") . She's the principal at the Catholic boarding school to which I was sent.

Talk about folding and ironing...

I'm thinking that if your mom ironed the sheets and pillowcases before making up the bed, then at the very least the bed linens may have been warm and toasty?

Cheers!

I used a trombone cleaner to snake out all that nasty lint.

Someone, I won't say who, never met my mother.

I'm thinking that even the giftee is agreeable to having a pet as a gift from you (because you've pre-cleared this), then your should let the giftee pick out the individual critter since any particular critter can have such a unique personality.

(unless, of course, you are being "crafty" and hoping the giftee will give the critter back to your in short order so it can become your pet...)

Do something -- even a little thing -- good for others.

cheeky INFO request : Are you in the UK? Where folks drive on the proper side of the road?