Stage Bound?

On Christmas Eve (hey, it's not quite a month later, can I still catch up on Christmas news?) we took Fiona to the kid's service at Nana and Pop's church. When we first arrived, Fiona was as shy as she always is in a strange place, clinging tightly to her parents.

The highlight of the service was the pageant in which all sorts of farm animals were present at the manger on the night Jesus was born.

For a while Fiona had great fun pointing out the duck, the spider, the mouse and so forth. She kept moving toward the aisle to get a better look at all the action.

Before I knew it, she had worked her way into the aisle so she could get the best view possible. Which was fine.

And then she started walking down the aisle. I put a hand on her arm.

"I want to go up there!" she said, pointing toward the pageant.

So much for shy.