flirt

Our daughter is a flirt. A back-church-pew flirt. Brigid is a social little body, and has decided that the whole world is her audience.

Yesterday we sat in the second-to-the-back row at church. My mom was all the way in the front of the church, in the choir loft, and according to her, she couldn't see us, but she could see the four, hulking, college-age guys behind us. Yep, she could see these four, hulking, college-age guys behind us as they spent the whole service making faces and waving their hands, competing for the attention of the pretty little girl in front of them, our Brigid Elizabeth.