Ramona, on her vocation

This morning, Ramona was being a bit -- shall we call it "difficult"? -- about what to wear to Mass.

I mentioned to her that I might have to pull a couple of privileges if she continued being "difficult." She wanted to know which privilege would go, and off the top of my head, I said, "Play time."

"But, Mommy!" she protested, horrified. "It's my job to play!"