Orthodox church

Today I went to church with Daddy for the first time. We got there about half an hour into the service, so Father Patrick was already into his sermon. I didn't really follow it, I was too busy looking around at the people and the stained glass windows and the candles by the icons. Once the chanting started, I got pretty sleepy. I slept through the whole rest of service and woke up just in time to leave. I was hungry, but I didn't cry about it. I waited patiently until we got home. Mommy was jealous that I got to sleep through service and she didn't, but those are the perks of being an infant.