For everything there is a reason

This little girl was the wriggliest, squirmiest child I've ever seen in church. She twisted her hair, she fussed with her red sash, she stroked her glittery skirt, she scratched under the back of her velvet top. If you think I had perfect concentration on the liturgy, you'd be mistaken. There was much too much going on, just two pews in front of me.

As the mass ended, I noticed there were lots of parents and children behind me in the cathedral, and I heard someone refer to a performance the children were about to give. So that's what was itching my glamorous little friend. She had performance jitters!

I hope she did well. She certainly looked pretty.