Shaddup Already!



Conversation with my nephew today:

J: That's my church.

Me: I know.

J: How do you know it's my church?

Me: Because I was there when you were baptised and I was there when your brother was baptised.

J: How old were we when we were bath-tised?

I'm sure that came from the memory of my mom and dad's baptisms at the southern baptist church. Southern baptists dunk. J was just drizzled because he is Catholic.

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