My Mom's A Hoot

I picked up my mom from the Santa Barbara train depot this morning. She's visiting for one night and tomorrow we'll drive back to Los Angeles together. Her observations from the noon Eucharist:

• [After receiving communion:] "Oh. That was just bread and champagne."
• [After the service:] "All that standing up and sitting down was a good workout. Now I can eat a big lunch."
• [On the cornbread served at lunch:] "I liked the [communion] biscuit better. Very soft."