This morning at Mass, we toddled up to receive the Eucharist, Bryan holding Camilla's hand and me tagging along behind. When he was nearly to the head of the line, Bryan genuflected, as is the practice of most of the people in our parish.
Billa had been watching him, and as he stepped up to receive communion, she popped down onto one knee herself, then hopped back up to follow her daddy back to our seats. Bryan missed it, but the priest who was distributing the hosts and I greatly enjoyed her little act.
Afterward, I told Bryan what had happened.
"Oh," he said. "That explains why Father Ed was grinning at us like that."