Holy Patato (potato?) Batman
I knew there was a reason I was missing a week. The evening of our epic potato war (more on the epicness in a bit), I was on to serve as song leader at mass so I was a bit late. I debated for a SHORT time on whether to go over after church or not. However, either the joy of seeing my brothers and sisters in Christ, seeing one of my three godchildren, or sheer curiosity won out. I believe it was a combination of the three. Mostly, the first two but what exactly is a patato war or (better yet) a patato. PLUS, it was the first weekend following our Adventure on the Island (MAN I AM BEHIND AGAIN)
Let’s start at the very beginning (a very good place to start). Knowing that I had to sing this particular Saturday night and Ashton had not been to a Disciple Day event for a month or so, I asked his mother if he would like to come. I informed Mandie that I had to sing but I would make sure that he was picked up and brought safely home. So, Lisa picked the little man up and got him to the park.
A PATATO? Well… Not sure, but I think it was a typo from our leader. Unless of course he has some brilliant definition for said patato (perhaps he was going multi-lingual and going with the Spanish translation patata?). But they very closely resembled a pOtato. And contrary to popular belief, the combatants did not throw whole potatoes at each other. Instead, small toy guns were distributed. Instead of bullets, the barrel was filled with bits of the spuds and discharged. What remained of the potato was a mess of holes and a rather pungent odor. Arriving late, I got the remains of the starchy food and the smell but that did not stop some from firing potato bullets at me. HONESTLY!
Soon after my arrival, I was quickly surrounded by a firing squad led by my godson. Well, that did not last long. Chris assisted me in taking care of that as you will see below. We also were surprised by an old friend who happened to be walking through the path.
“He shall judge between the nations, and shall decide disputes for many peoples; and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war anymore.” (Isaiah 2:4)
Sorry so short. Next report will be longer.