So my sister was serving at mass today, and she was the one carrying the cross.
She had a nice smile on, enjoying the fact she thought she was being a big girl and moving up in terms of responsibility.
After mass had ended, she goes downstairs, and my parents and me to go get her.
I find her putting the cross back and go to her to tell her to hurry up so we can leave.
Before I can, she turns around, sees me, her face brights up, and she says,
"Did I do a good job Evan? I think I did a good job carrying the cross. I really nailed it."
I didn't stop laughing until I was out of the church and into the car.