Jesus Is My Homeboy

I got to wear my first special white dress! Great Grandma Dottie said that I was at least the fourth generation to wear it. It seemed so special I was careful not to spit up on it! My Mom and Dad were so proud of me. Uncle Bob baptised me, that was really cool, and I thought he had some really thoughtful things to say. Most of the family helped welcome me to the faith--even Uncle Daniel flew in from Las Vegas for the weekend. (Aunt Laura and Uncle Daniel are my godparents, but Mom and Dad say I can still live with them.)