Okay, so you know that part of mass where the priest lifts the host up in the air? Well, the alter boy (my brother) had to ring the bells before the priest could lower the host and continue; So, each week, my brother would ring the bells for a longer and lo-o-o-nger period of time—and I’d be over in the choir trying to stifle my laughter; Our priest finally figured out the game; my brother got in trouble
and I got grounded—just for laughing
