C has been going to church with me on Sunday mornings since she was 2 weeks old. We rarely miss a week. The upside of this is that I have a child who is very comfortable in church and who blows my mind on a regular basis with her grasp of what is important and what it means to live in community.

The trade-off is that she is comfortable enough to run around like a maniac until it's time to "share the bread." Fortunately, our fellow parishioners are kind enough to tolerate my curious and naughty girl.

On Sunday, she helped me pick up the toys before we went up for Communion. And then she put herself away while we waited our turn.