Godmother Fani
Holy oil
...In an ouzo bottle.
Baptismal font
Arts and craft day for the priest.
It can be hard to keep a straight face when you see your wife exorcised and then accept Jesus and the Orthodox faith.
Luckily, the priest's son running around topless and doing funny dances makes keeping a straight face entirely unnecessary.
And the money shot: Zora in the baptismal font. And in case you were wondering, that font wasn’t exactly cemented to the ground. It was like an overgrown flower vase, on a pedestal. It’s made for infants, for crying out loud! Sure I look calm and collected on the outside, but my left arm is gripping that baby pretty good. There was also the moderate risk of Zora’s bed sheet, I mean robe, catching fire. I’m thinking Zora catches fire, in a pool of water, which falls over, priest kids run over and little pails of water, utter chaos… I mean the story would be great, but it can’t be a fortuitous omen for a Christian life.
Post-baptism sweets.
amen.
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