A Tale Three Years Old

Once upon a time, a husband and wife were preparing for the arrival of their fifth child.  The couple prayed and decided to ask a friend, who was a priest, to be the unborn baby's godfather.  The priest, Fr. Jay Mello, graciously accepted the role and they waited for the arrival of the baby.  Alexander was born, a big boy with an easy-going personality, and he was loved by all.   

A hurricane swept through on the day of his Baptism.  It was such a hot, sweltering day outside, and they were in an old church with no air conditioning.  

Fans were set up all around the altar to help provide a cool breeze on the special day.  During the Baptism, the godfather had only one job...to light the Baptismal candle. Yet every time he tried to light it, the fans would blow it out.  

Everybody laughed and Alexander grew up.

Into the couple's most challenging toddler ever.

Fr. Jay would often confide to the parents that the reason for Alexander's naughtiness was because the candle was never lit properly at his Baptism.  To which his parents would point the accusatory finger and say "Fix it!"

Just yesterday, three loooooong years since the Candle That Wouldn't Stay Lit Fiasco, Fr. Jay finally did something about it.  The new Bishop of our Diocese came to say Mass at our parish on the parish's feast day:

After the Mass, Fr. Jay asked the Bishop to give Alexander the Naughty a special blessing:

And now he's Alexander the Nice.

Unless he has a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

Which happens often when you're named Alexander.  

Obviously.