While picking interim songs, I showed my fiancé this video:
George Clooney sure looks good rustic style, but pay no attention to the rodent on a stick. (Rodent kabob?).
My stepdaughter asked me, “are all those people marrying each other?” *facepalm, facepalm, facepalm*. I said no, sweetie, they’re getting baptized. She said, “what does that mean?”
I called for my fiancé and told him the whole story. First, she inadvertently asked a question that semi insinuates orgy, then she asked me what baptism was. I wasn’t sure how he ever wanted that explained to her.
He simply said, “You can tell her, you’re her mother.” She got overexcited and said, “I want to get baptized!” She said it over and over. If she still feels that way in a few months, my mom wants to be her godmother. I don’t know about that- I think my mom is too old.
We’ll just have to see. Annalise’s infant baptism at 12 months old was horrible. My fiancé and I are very much “coexist” people.