Belle and I rise very early these days, thanks to Pacific Standard and "toddler time." I had ample time for a hot and savory breakfast before leaving for mass today. We arrived at church early enough to choose seats up front for a change. Belle kept fidgeting, which made mass a challenging experience. I fed her crackers and a juice box to keep her content until Communion. After Communion, I decided to walk us toward the exit door so we could be ready to go after the final prayer. Belle nearly yanked a plaque off the wall near where we stood. Mortified, I darted out of there quickly, thinking we could walk down to Starbucks. Belle had other plans, of course. I dragged her crying and squirming to the nearest park, where she happily played through her feelings. I eventually made my coffee at home, hours later.