As we left our school campus just now, Father Long breezed by on his afternoon jog. Abby stopped dead in her tracks, eyes wide, and said, "Whoa...a priest running." She did not use exclamations, but a quick, monotone, confused expression. It was hilarious, and I don't think I'll ever forget the look on her face.
I can't WAIT until mass this weekend...now that she sees that priests are HuMaN!