"... and Angelina said, 'I won't make a mistake! I will be perfect!'" reads the lovely lady. "But, girls! No one is perfect, isn't that right?"
Noooo, three little heads shake.
Noooo, all the watching parents shake their heads.
Noooo, the ballet teacher approvingly shakes her head.
"That's not true!" says one little girl named Miriam, offended.
Everyone looks at her, the tallest girl dressed all in white.
"Well, I wonder..." begins the teacher.
"Jesus never makes mistakes. He is perfect." Miriam's eyes are anxious, but firm. Her cheeks and neck are flushed. I wince. I've been right there in her seat.
"Well, I wonder," says the teacher, "I really wonder..." She continues the story and it all brushes past.
Miriam sits stolidly in her rightness and in the immutable rightness of God. I am in the corner of the room, hugging my toddler, throwing graham crackers to placate the baby, and wondering... "I wonder.... I wonder." I wonder at the perfect Word made flesh. I wonder at the spine of steel in my little girl, and I wonder how it will all be for her.