It's a very long and solemn service.
About 10 minutes in, K gave me the universal signs for "I'm hungry" and "I'm thirsty."
As the service dragged on, she started getting more and more restless.
When we got to the part when the cantor sang who we were supposed to pray for, and it just...kept...going...K started clawing at her face and lying down on the pew, and basically acting like every minute spent there was slowly killing her.
And I was torn, because I knew I should discipline the behaviour--but really, we were all thinking the same thing.
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