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"But I'm Byzantine. We cross ourselves this way." said the girl.
I started attending the local Byzantine parish before the rest of the family. Due to confirmation classes, etc., we were generally stuck going to different masses (ok, and my refusal to attend the 11:00 that the confirmation classes were forced to attend was a factor [I couldn't maintain a prayerful or charitable state there]).
Anyway, I took the twins, who were very happy to go with me due to the friends they found there [First week, as the ECF bell rang, the director asked if they'd like to attend, and they popped out with, "If she is!"]. Then they came a couple more times, then my eldest [her classes no longer required the 11:00].
After the first couple of trips, Sister was explaining the various colors of vestments to their third grade class. Kaitlyn popped up, and offered, "The priest was wearing blue at my daddy's church on Sunday."
"I don't think so; blue isn't a vestment color."
"My daddy goes to a Byzantine church."
"We don't want to get into that now."
In the following weeks, we finally accepted that 'manda's desire to change rites with me was real, not just about the confirmation classes [which were a travesty, but that's another topic] and allowed her to withdraw, and soon the entire family was with me. When I switch, the twins will switch with me, she'll file her own, and her sister probably will, too.
Still, though, getting back to the original topic of the thread, we refrained from teaching the twins to cross the other direction until that summer, out of respect for Sister. [Who still thinks I should find another parish instead of changing rites.]{1}
This year, at their new school, their teacher actually asks them in class about how things are done in the Byzantine church.
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{1}compounding matters, I'd been a draftee fifth grade teacher at the school the year before.