Everyone was bustling around and fussing over me, so whatsa' guy to do? I ate and had a nap!
I woke up just in time! People were rushing around and demanded I wear a white, satin suit! Don't they know babies and white don't mix? I managed to hold it all together while they did their thing.
Eleven week old WRS was duly christened.
Then I lived up to my family name. With my messy, oiled hair, my shoe untied and falling off, my clothes rumpled, my shirttail out, and drool everywhere, I proceeded to charm everyone. The fragrance of Christening oil hasn't worn off, but Mom is already thinking about my first birthday party. I had better get busy, I have a lot to teach them before then!
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