Juniorette ended up in parochial school after our move. The other day I was asked what "giving up" meant and came to find out it must have been related to lent. After considering giving up hot chocolate ("no WAY!), her little brother (possibly), her bed so she could sleep with us (HELL NO - Mommy) she settled on her sparkly red shoes.
Later that day in Michaels a woman called her Dorothy and admired her sparkly red shoes. Juniorette hung her head and replied, "Yeah, but my mom is making me give them up for forty days." The lady looked at me like I was Satan. Print from Askey.