So, yesterday, I am sitting with Laxity and Myf at the movies, waiting for Run, Fat Boy, Run! to start, when they repeat their wish (counter to my own, being the perverse auntie-to-be that I am) that their baby not make its showing on April 1st. I was sure at the time that they were jinxing themselves, and I can only assume by Laxity’s text message of a few minutes ago (“It’s showtime!”) that I was right. Personally, I don’t see an April Fool’s Day birthday as being half as bad as a silly name, since most kids won’t know Baby Chaos’ birthday until (s)he is old enough to find his/her own humor in it. Personally, I think it will also be the perfect reason to have a fish theme for the baby who will be our new little Poisson d’Avril. Trust me, Baby Chaos: in times of peer torment, I would have gladly traded taunts of “chris-cross” or “kristin-piston” for the license-via-birthright to be the class clown that you will now have. Laughter can be some of the best medicine, especially when it is cheerfully aimed at oneself.
Just Kristin
… a gentil harlot and a kynde.
Tell them congrats from me!