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| A few things you have to know in order for this to be put into some sort of perspective. First of all, my boss's name is Kraig and is one of my best friends. Secondly, his best friend is Tom, a minister of a community church. Third, there is a woman, Wendy, that used to work full time with the sports program until she got married and had her first daughter, Taylor. A few months ago, she had a second daughter, Megan, and works part-time coaching basketball with us. Kraig is Megan's godfather and she was baptized this morning. Tom was holding the baby in his arms after taking her from Wendy. Tom was turning around when his sleeve brushed up against a candle. From where the people were sitting, it looked like the baby's head passed right through the flame, extinguishing said candle.  The father, Ward, thought the same thing.Anyway, Megan was fine. She was smiling the whole time and it was a good service. Then we had a luncheon at Wendy's house. That was all good and wonderful except for the fact that I knew Kraig and his family, parts of Wendy's family and that's about it. My own family wasn't present so I was spending most of my time with Kraig and his family. That's when things got interesting. Tom was there and had also baptized Kraig's two youngest children, Karch and Wells. (Kraig refuses to name his kids after anybody he's coached through the years, fortunately when his first two kids were born, he had only been doing this for a year or two and hadn't had any kids named Noah or Margo....Margo has cerebral palsy but that's another long story...) Anyway, it got to where we were talking about other baptisms and Tom had said when he baptized Karch (who is 10 months older than Wells) he thought that was going to be the last kid my boss had. Kraig, being the genius he is, said that's what he thought too, and then his wife promptly whapped the back of his head and everyone laughed. Then Karch started screaming at Wells about something or other (they're 3 and 4 years old now and have been dubbed by me and the other coach who works in the office, The Monsters). For the most part, besides The Monsters screaming and me feeling like the odd man out, the luncheon went well and Kraig and I left early to get back to the gym to coach a make-up day of basketball. Now I remember why I HATE kindergarten basketball games.  And there are more tomorrow. Double |
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