Aside from some
loud and tearful contention over our choice of baby dolls —
during the actual liturgy, a pink - romper - wearing, crayon - disfigured pretender to the role of John the Baptist kept trying to insinuate itself into the proceedings — everything went smoothly, and we hope that the whole
feast thing will have been enough of a liturgical mnemonic that people will be begging us to repeat it this time next year.