I recently traveled to a wedding in Pittsburgh.  It was a lovely Catholic service in a gorgeous church.  Nine children took part in this wedding, including my nephew’s four-year old boy, who was a ring barer.  After performing his duty, he fell asleep on the front row pew, next to his daddy.

After the service, we all gathered around for pictures.  All dressed up in a miniature black tuxedo with a spring green vest and a rose bud tucked into his tux pocket, he looked up at my son.  My son simply donned a silver tie over a long-sleeved white blouse.  My baby nephew continued to study my son and asked:

“Why aren’t you in a costume?”

“A costume.”  How cute.