Yesterday was Irene's naming ceremony. We got together at my best friend's house. We had a little ritual where her new godmothers agreed to be there for her if she needed them. Then, we had snacks and talked. One of the godmothers had been my best friend in grade school, and she and my sister hadn't seen each other in twenty-five years. That friend also brought along her twelve-year-old daughter, who wants to be a dancer. Apparently, one of the companies she'd want to join is in Seattle, which would mean my friend would visit the area more often.
"Now everyone was giving her that kind of look UFOlogists get when they suddenly say, 'Hey, if you shade your eyes you can see it is just a flock of geese after all.'"
"You can't erase icing."
"I can't believe it doesn't work! I found it on the internet, man!"