The Sunday morning Patchouko and I set out to climb the mountain I knew I would miss church. It didn't bother me much, because it's all in Creole and I'm lost after about 5 minutes like some school boy staring at the rafters with ants in his pants. But, when I got back I found out I'd missed Francia singing during the service. I told her I was sorry to miss it, so she said she'd sing it again for me.
Little Lucy found out I was going to tape it, so she, being the little rascal she is, could only stand to be quiet for 1 song, and then she just couldn't handle it any longer, so she stole the spotlight.