The baptism was scheduled for 1pm on the 27th, and we planned to have a small gathering afterwards - just a few friends and neighbors. After much deliberation, my mother decided on a dessert-and-coffee kind of spread - which was a-okay by me. By 12N, the gigantic coffee urn was perking on the dining room table (this thing could caffinate the entire parish in a single brew) and we'd sweetly arranged various desserts around it. I was hustling to get M cleaned up & into her christening gown, which I wanted to be extra careful with since my late Nana made it for my baptism 31 years ago. Since we all operate on Irish time (except for my punctual hubby), we were just kicking it into high gear to get out the door ASAP.
In the rush to get everything organized, my oh-so self-reliant 21 year-old brother (and MR's godfather) floats into the kitchen and asks, "Hey Mom, what's for lunch?" My mom - barely skipping a beat - looks at him and says, " Geez, I don't know. There's all kinds of stuff on the dining room table. Help yourself."
The Godfather meaneders into the dining room, probably hoping to find a ham sandwich and some chips. Seeing the sugary spread, he returns to the kitchen and deadpans: "Um, Mom, I wanted lunch. Not diabetes."
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Cut to our kitchen, this afternoon. RT has just scored a bag of V-day candy from the neighbors, who are super generous and tons of fun. We love them. The Talker is tearing through the bag, checking everything out and settling on a lollipop (yes, this is his third one in 6 hours, not counting the small bag of M&Ms he snuck by me). He doesn't ask for permission. He just digs in. I start wondering out loud - "I wonder if there is diabetes in there with your candy?" The Talker, whose middle name is Persistant, is now following me around the house saying, "hey Mom, where are the diabetes? Did I get any in my Valentine's Day candy from school? I want diabetes!"Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! Sending you love and diabetes.
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