Sonshine Got Wet
Last Saturday we had Sonshine's baptism up in Logan. We kept it a small, short, quiet family affair, which turned out to be the best thing for him. He was nervous enough as it was. I was glad we decided to do it this way instead of taking him to the ginormous stake baptism, where they herd six or seven kids and all their guests through the baptismal font room in batches, while everyone waits their turn in the chapel endlessly singing children's religious songs. God help you if you have a kid with Asperger's and you end up having to go last!
Sonshine did his "Aspie walk" (hunched over shoulders, dreadful face) and refused to pose for pictures, and Bagel talked at the top of his lungs alternately about firing me and wanting to eat me, and Knuckles shoved over chairs after we ran out of cookies, so having a shortened family gathering was definitely the best way we could do it.