My godchild? I have a godchild? Wade's oldest doesn't count because she never had her kids baptized, so I'm an unofficial godmother to him, but not to any others, I said.
Yes, dear, she sighed to me. Don't you remember?
Was I at the christening?
Yes.
Who's the godfather?
Your sister-in-law's brother.
Are you sure I'm his godmother? Because I really don't remember it and that seems like something I'd remember.
Yes, you are. Remember? You thought it was odd that the godfather didn't know the Apostle's Creed.
Sunlight...
Oh, crap! I am my nephew's godmother! Man, I've been a really shitty godmother!
Yes, dear...now do you want me to include this spider Lego in his birthday box?
Yes, please.
