We've been attending St. Louis, King of France parish the last few weeks on the other side of Austin, mostly because Teresa and her family go there. It seems like a friendly, active parish.
We were in the cry room on Sunday, and I put on my nursing shawl and fed Michael. Up to that point, he and the girl sitting next to us had been entertaining each other. She was probably around 5 years old. Curiosity struck her, so she lifted up the shawl to find Michael. Her mother scolded her, and she explained "But I wanted to see the baby!" Her mom told her the baby was eating, and she looked flabbergasted and asked "... eating WHAT?" (I didn't hear the explanation!)
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