My parents came to visit this weekend.  As part of our Easter festivities, we went to Easter Mass.   The church was packed to the gills, filled with those like myself with an on-again, off-again relationship with the church.  In the pew in front of us, sat a very bored and quite exasperated little boy about 5 years old.  I sensed he was not a "regular" either and that being asked to sit quietly through an hour and a half mass was a seemingly unending task.