In the pew behind us was an antsy tot — which is no small matter when every member of the congregation in a standing-room-only church is holding a lit candle.
She was up, she was down. She whispered, she talked. She kicked the pew where we were sitting. She spent awhile in a different pew with relatives, then returned. At one point her mother tried to amuse her with some playing cards.
It was very late after all — past midnight — and the glow that accompanies a brand-new dress and shoes had long since faded.
For that kid, too.
Near 12:45, she asked her dad: Can I have dessert now?