Gilmore Girl, Tuesday and I were at Cafe Rio today for lunch. We were talking about Curly Sue's baptism, coming up in March. Curly Sue wants me to give a talk. I have talked at the other two little granddaughter's baptism in the last two months. (We had three granddaughters born eight years ago, one in December, one in January and one in February so they all just turned eight--baptism age.) I was being crabby and said, "Why don't you have Dad speak? He'd love to give a talk on baptism."
"Well," Gilmore girl said, "I'd love him to speak too, and he should, with your crabby attitude."
Two-year-old Tuesday had been shoveling beans and rice in her mouth. She swallowed, looked up and me and said, "And you smell like one too."