At mass on Sunday, there was a table with markers and paper set aside for small children. The Princess bounded up. There was another little girl ensconced colouring a little Kitty picture slowly and deliberately. “These” she said covering them with an arm “are my markers”. Although there were lots of other markers, it soon became abundantly clear why she had brought her own as none of the church supplied ones worked at all well. The Princess was distraught. Had I a biro? I had not.
There was another small girl drawing at the table with a solitary pen her grandmother had given her. She said to me “would your little girl like to borrow my pen?”. I nearly hugged her. Great rejoicing ensued and the two children bonded and shared the pen and at the sign of peace wandered round the church together and cordially shook hands with everyone in the congregation.
There’s a moral there somewhere.