That moment when your kid gripes, “Why are we even bothering having choral Benediction if we’re not singing the Rossini O Salutaris? I mean, do you want people to catch onto the idea of the Real Presence or not??”
I forebore from mounting a defense of Gregorian chant. Let her wallow in youthful self-righteousness for a while.
I think she thought I was kidding.