Baptism of Fire

My friend Theresa popped over earlier tonight and we got on to the subject of godparents and how sometimes – embarrassingly – it’s hard to remember who you’re the godparent of and who are your kids’ godparents. (It’s okay Charlie and William – I know I’m your fairy godmother!)

Anyhow, Elle, eavesdropping, somewhat aghast, said ‘Am I baptised?’

‘Yes, you are,’ I said.

‘Why am I baptised!?’ she demanded. Fair point given I’m a vocal atheist.

‘Well it’s tradition as much as anything,’ Theresa thankfully chimed in.

‘Really. I though baptised was, you know….’ said Elle, making a scissor action around her nether region.

‘That’s circumcised!!!” I cried with laughter.