A Catholic Cutie

Well it's official, I am a Catholic. I just got baptised this past Sunday. I felt like a Rock Star. By this I mean I had the church going folk very excited. Even though I was one of three babies to get baptised I set the tone for the rest. I had just had a couple of ounces of formula and I was drifting off to my happy place in dreamland when bam!!! water is being poured on my head. I gotta believe that 9 out of ten babies in my position would have let out a blood curdling shriek. Not me though I am a true professional. I just acted like I had been through something like this before. Gave a wink to the priest and it was on like Donkey Kong. After blessing my most righteous head, the priest, father Steve not to be confused with my father Steve took me down the middle of the church like I was the heavyweight champion of the world. I must say the crowd went wild, and I ate up every minute of it. The two kids that followed me got pretty warm receptions as well. The after party took us back to my pad for a barbecue. I gotta admit I was pretty zonked from the Baptism. I fought off sleep till I couldn't keep my eyes open any more. I would like to say thank you to all that came or sent cards or gifts. I feel very blessed to have a great family supporting me down my road to becoming a good Christian. Lord knows I have many people to guide me should I go astray. Daddy already told me a couple edited versions of some shenanigans he pulled growing up. These little hijinks lead me to believe I will be needing some guidance along the way. As the saying goes "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree" Asher