The other night a youngster was waiting in line for confession with his dad. It was his turn to go in and so he does. Within seconds of closing the door, he comes rushing out, runs over to where he and his dad were sitting, and grabs what looks like his list. He goes rushing back into the confessional and after he closes the door, everyone who was watching what was going on giggles. It was just too cute. Afterwards I told his dad that I’m glad that I am not the only person who forgets my list.

Cheri Quast