Fairy Godmother

Ok, not quite. I probably can't turn the coach into a pumpkin, but I can get her all the stuff her mommy won't want her to have...like lipgloss when she's 4, high heel shoes when she is 14 and a trip to Victoria's Secret for, oh nevermind.

I am a godmother, though. We baptized Kyle Aubrey in the same christening gown that has been used in my family since 1910. My grandfather, mother, sister, me, and both of my children wore it. She was a real trooper, and did not cry until we had to recreate the water on the head scene because the priest wanted it to be a ceremony not a photo session. I guess it was his show. I wanted to cry because it felt like they turned off the A/C in the chapel. The feeling of sweat running down your back while you are up in front of lots of people, holding a baby and trying not to think really pissed of thoughts in church is uncomfortable to say the least. Ah...Texas summer. Kind of felt like the hotter version of Texas winter...my January wedding...hot...the church lady turning off the A/C right at the end of the ceremony, before pictures. But I digress.

With a Cluck, Cluck Here....

Brody talking to the Donkey

Brody and I attended a field trip with my mom's group to a farm that is run by our local park district. All the kids had a blast checking out the various animals. Brody was especially interested in the baby chickens, the donkey and the pigs.

Show me how the piggies eat!

We have visited several times and he never gets tired of it. He did spend extra time with the chickens. The little white puff balls that were there in May had grown a little and now sported bright red combs on top of their heads. I knew there were questions coming as he squated, looking at them for several minutes.

Contemplating Chicken Combs

Brody: Are those queen chickens?

Mom: Queens? No.

Brody: They have crowns. Red crowns.

Mom: No, that is how you can see that they are little roosters. The girls don't have the red crown. It is called a comb.

(pause)

Brody: They can't comb their hair with that.

Mom: Nope.

I did think about continuing the conversation as to why chickens don't have hair, as Honey would do when I was growing up. Ever the biology teacher, I always got these great scientific explanations from my mom that stay with me. It is one of the reasons why I do well at trivia and look like a dork for knowing a little bit about everything. I sometimes think people believe that I read the Encyclopedia Brittanica as a kid.