Today, Peach and I started a First Confession lap book to help her prepare for the Sacrament, which she will receive sometime between now and her First Holy Communion in May. She's a little sketchy on her Ten Commandments, so we reviewed them and the sins that "go with" each. As I asked her the many questions she would use for an examination of conscience, the light bulb went on in her head and she said, "Do you mean I have to tell Father everything I did?" (She's seven, I can't imagine how much she thinks there is.)
"Yes," I said.
"Oh no, I'm going to be in there for like a million years."
Shall I warn the dear Father?