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"I'm hungry for lunch," I remarked on the way home from church on Sunday.

"I know why you're hungry," Mallory said.

"Okay, why?" I said.

"Because at church, you saw the priest hold up the bread, and it made you hungry to look at it, but you couldn't have any because you're a public school kid, and that's why you're still hungry now," she said.

"Oh," I said. "Well. Well, no, actually, I'm just hungry because it's lunchtime."



Mallory performed in the choir at church, wearing a very fancy new dress. It's possibly a little bit too fancy for church, but it was the only dress I could find that was not a) strapless b) made for a girl much skinnier than my daughter c) slutty or d) decorated with skulls or weird looking monkeys. Girls' clothes are awful these days. Anyway, she loves her dress. And even though I'm just a "public school kid" (someday I'll teach her the word "Protestant," which is more to the point), I was still suitably impressed with this group of young children singing, in Latin no less. I'm not sure what "Magnificat" means, but it sure sounds pretty when sung in a round by a bunch of 7 and 8 year old girls.

Comments

Anonymous said…
That is a pretty dress. How long did it take you to find it?

I love "public school kid".

Mom
aimee said…
That was funny. And that is a beautiful dress.

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