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... So I was going through my school. It's not my school. It's weird in Pittsburgh. I'm basically the landlord for the school that's on our campus. But anyway, we still do a bunch of stuff there.

And we're doing the Epiphany Blessing. And I'm going around the classes. I'm putting shotgun. Actually, just all the classroom doors. I'm sprinkling with water. I didn't all the prayers. And I don't know if it was like maybe third grade. And I walk into the classroom. And there's this one girl in the back of the class. and she's very earnest, but she's also confused.

Very sincere. And when I walk into the classroom, she knows she should do something because there's a priest there, and that's a whole thing.

And so she just kind of like shakily stands and gives me a formal salute as I enters the classroom, which I, of course, returned

and finished the busing. But it was just like the cutest thing. She wanted to do something.

She'd know what to do. And that was great. I loved it. If only everyone would do that when we came into a room.

You know, at an old Catholic school that I was at, it was still run by a sister.

So this is why.

Whenever I would walk into a room, all the kids would stand up and they would not sit down until I told them to sit down.

It was like automatic, which was real intense.

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