1. While taking a pontoon out on this small lake we visited, high winds kicked up. The whole family was on the boat. Our 22 month old chic* had fallen asleep, and through the stress that ensued (even the anchor wasn't holding, the motor was a little dicey, parents were doing what they needed to do but somewhat freaking out), he stayed asleep. This is the reason we are henceforth going to call him Jesus.
2. Chic* #2 said afterward, "Hey Mom, I don't mean this in a mean way, but you're kind of a liar."
Me: (blinking) "Um, what?"
Chic #2: "Yeah, you know that song you sing sometimes? 'No storm can shake my innermost calm, while to that Rock I'm clinging?' Mom, you were definitely not calm."
Sigh. Humiliated by my 9 year old.
(Chic= Child of the Ironic Catholic)
p.s. We had a very good time and we're fine. The pontoon was too. Most stress came from not trying to damage it or the dock.