The church we attend is pretty new. When we first started to attend when I was pregnant with Tornado A, it still smelled of the stain they used on the beams. The pastor is very financially responsible, building the church in steps as the money is collected or parts of the debt are paid off. Half the courtyard waits to be finished.
Recently they put up permanent signs. The name of the church in caps and “catholic church” all in lower case.
Me (as I pulled into the parking lot): What the hell?
Tornado E: What’s wrong, Mommy?
Me: (sigh) Nothing. Really. I’m just a little annoyed. It isn’t a big deal. Really.
Tornado E: What is it, Mommy?
Me: (sigh) It’s the church sign. They didn’t capitalize “Catholic church” in the sign. It’s part of __________ ________ Catholic Church. So it’s part of the proper noun and should be capitalized. I know it’s for style. But it’s still annoying.
Tornado E: Geez, people, we invented grammar for a reason. Let’s use it.
Bless his sarcastic little heart. That kid is just like his mama.
Which might not be a good thing.
My mother thinks I should curb the sarcasm.
I don’t think I can. I can only teach him to use this force for good.
Like being a good little grammar Nazi with a sense of humor.