We were sitting in church on Christmas Eve while Grandmom's church's youth group performed a nativity play with all the enthusiasm of pre-teens forced to perform a nativity play in the uncoolest costumes on the planet.
Nat sat on my lap, leafed through the hymnal and squirmed.
Every five minutes or so, the play would freeze and we'd all be asked to sing an illustrative carol. Then we'd stop, it would be quiet and the play would resume.
And into the silence after every carol, Nat would call out "Mo' sing!" at the top of her lungs.
They should have made her director, because she was onto something. She was definitely the most enthusiastic audience member there.