There was a little girl in church, about 5, and her
parents obviously let her get dressed herself that
day because she came waddling in with the puffiest
coat on in the summer in North Carolina. She comes
and sits in the pew in front of us. 15 minutes into
mass she turns around and hands my huband an
orange. Her parents are mortified.
Savannah not again!" They sold! (Again kills me)
They appologize and she turns back around. A few
moments later she goes to hand me an orange but
her parents grab it from her before she can.
Savannah is determined. She reaches her tiny fists
into her puffy coat and pulls out two more oranges.
She begins to distribute them. Her parents are now
beat red and in shock.
This small child proceeds to laugh a laugh I can only
call manical (in a Catholic church) unzip the inner
line of her coat and releases what had to have been
of those little kid oranges into the pews.