On Sunday Father’s homily was about vocations. He asked the kids if they were going to be priests or religious when they grew up or married. I whispered to Bella, “Are you going to be a religious sister.”
“No,” she replied with great certainty, “I’m going to be married.” After all, she’s already got all her children named.
But later at dinner she spontaneously offered this, “My little boy is going to grow up and be a priest.”