mary jane's st. monica experience

mary jane can't remember a time when she didn't want to receive communion. she would lay down in the aisle and throw her passive resistant temper tantrum when she was around two. so i would be wearing franky in the sling and have to scoop up the potato sack that was mary jane. every. mass.
i finally could made a deal with her that if she was good i'd give her a peek in my mouth at little Jesus. she started to change her behavior. she didn't potato sack herself in the aisle anymore. she sprinted back to our pew so that she could take a peek.
so- today, after she took her much deserved peek, she announced that she was going to look at saint monica. it's a large pastel picture located toward the back of the church. it depicts st monica, our parish's patron. she ran back to me with large eyes and whispered sincerely, "st. monica is moving."
"she is?"
mary jane nodded.
"did she say anything?"
"mmm hmmm. she said to take me to communion."
she turned and ran back again for a minute. when mary jane came forward to our seats after her visit i asked her if st. monica said anything else.
she said matter of factly, "she's praying."
"for who?", i asked.
"for us!"