Our son's godfather visited this weekend. A sweet guy, but incredibly boring, super legalistic, and also all he ever talks about is church. Granted, we wanted a godfather who would care about our son's Christian upbringing, but maybe could carry a conversation about ANYTHING else. As he was leaving today, after filling our house with so much incense that we couldn't breathe, he said, "I'll come back to visit again in two or three weeks. I'd like to visit at least that often." I guess when we picked a godfather, we weren't anticipating twenty sleep-overs a year with him for the rest of our son's childhood. Crap.