Little Boys and Kilts

[Galician]

This ties into one of my cutest memories of life in the suburbs. I was used to wearing my religious habit while I was out and about in the South Bronx, and was not surprised when a little girl of around that same age yelled, "look, there's a priest"-- in Spanish, of course.

Six months later, and I'm in suburban Boston for my studies, and a little boy of the same age bracket asks "Mommy, what kind of lady is that?"