Justice...

So, yesterday the daughter got home from our diocesan summer camp. She had a ball as a CIT (counselor's aide), with a cabin full of 3rd and 4th grade girls. Skits, and chants, and worship and play both silly and profound.

There were a few adventures, of course. Like the girl who was a sleepwalker. And then there was the child who needed instructions repeated, over and over. "I had to ask her everything at least twice, Mom!" she complained. "And usually more than that! She never did anything the first time!!"

Oh, really? Sorry to hear that, sweetheart.