Catholic Girl

I got invited to attend mass with the neighbor girl, Joanne. Determined to do it up right, I piously draped Mom’s black-lace scarf over my hair. I later tagged along to confession. When Joanne emerged after divulging sins to her priest, I blurted out: “What happened?”
Profoundly sincere, I approached Mom: “Can I be a Catholic?”
“You can decide what you want to be when you grow up,” she said, keeping a straight face.
While waiting for adulthood, I resolved to continue seeking divine inspiration from The Sound of Music and The Flying Nun. I also asked Joanne a lot of questions, like: “Is it grape juice or real wine?”