On Sunday morning, I walked across the street with Elizabeth and a little parcel of nice hand-me-down clothes for the neighbor's baby. Inside the neighbor's house, I saw that the living room was full of relatives and the baby was wearing something white and satiny.
"Is today a special day?" I asked.
"Ayep - today is Emily's baptism!" her mom said.
"Congratulations," I replied. "We're taking our baby to Chinatown for dim sum this morning. It's sort of the Jewish equivalent.
