As the curate placed the small square of gluten free communion bread into the hands of the servers by the altar, over the speakers we heard the faintest sentence,
"The body of Christ."
My son and I looked at each other and suppressed giggles.
The second time this happened he looked at me again and whispered "It's like ASMR communion dad."
My wife had forgot…
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