You know, bet if a little boy became a saint, he'd total fly off. Right into the sky on a trike, dirty little halo, toted toy and misc crap in pockets all relicized, bit of a glow. Nothing super serious.
Kids totally know how to use miracles better.
All "milk to chocolate milk" and "Brussel sprouts to... away!"
Shiny objects and simple sentences.
Totally.

Do Saints still have to poop?
Hope I don't, if I get that way.
Wasta time.