When my daughter Meg was nineteen months old, I had her christened in our family’s parish church in England.
Here’s what happened: first the minister christened her, then she decided to do it herself.
Meg christens herself
19 Sunday Aug 2012
Posted in Crich and the farms, Family history, Humor/humour, Parenting
Back in Boston 
I watched to the end. She definitely got the idea, didn’t she?
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I think so! Now if only it weren’t such a struggle on the odd Sundays I get to church to bring my daughter, now nine, with me. . . .
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