Uncontrollable Laughter 2

Yesterday, my girlfriend and I were talking about funny memories from back when we were in high school. This one situation that comes up every once in a while in our conversations always causes us to break out into uncontrollable laughter. Everyone that has heard the story and knows the priest who is in the story always laughs along with us, including our parents. The story goes like this:


 Emily and I went to the same school our entire life, Casady, which is a small private school in OKC. Our school attended chapel every day for 25 minutes in the morning where our priest would give a sermon or we would have guest speakers and do school announcements. We had done this every day since kindergarten at Casady. When we were growing up we had an old priest by the name of Father Marlin. He was a crazy old man with a rambling problem and never quite seemed to know what was going on in life. He had since retired for a few years when I begin this story. I was a 17 year old junior and Emily was an 18 year old senior and we had to attend an afternoon event on school campus. Emily also had to babysit that day. A cute little 3 year old girl named Addelaide. She had blonde hair, blue eyes and couldn't seem to form her sentences together well. But she was a cute little girl. Emily thought it would be fun to bring her to the event and let her play on the playground, because after all it was an outside event. I met Emily and Addelaide there outside the middle school where the event was being held. Emily was carrying an extremely heavy bag on her shoulder, so I offered to carry it for her. It was a colorful bag with bright designs on it, obviously it was Addelaide's bag. There we were, just walking around the event saying hi to parents and friends while watching over this little girl. We come across old Father Marlin in the middle of the lawn as we made our walk through the event. He was standing there in his classic button down shirt, Casady letterman's jacket, and khaki pants pulled up to his chin it seemed like. He greeted me with a friendly "Hello Mac, How are you?" and I kindly replied, surprised he still remembered my name. I turned towards Emily to acknowledge her. He politely said, "Hello Emily, how are you?" This is when it got weird. His eyes quickly moved to the cute little 3 year old in Emily's arms. His eyes got real big. He then muttered out like the crazy old man he is, "Oh, this must be your Baby-Boo. A little young to have a child don't you think?" I was so caught off guard that I was speechless. Emily gave me the most horrified look I had ever seen. Then I quickly responded, "NO NO Father Marlin, this is Addelaide a little girl that Emily is babysitting, Not our child!" He just stood there puzzled, giving me his 1,000 mile stare of confusion. I was mortified, but determined to convince this loony tune that this was not our child. I continued talking to him for about 5 minutes and sort of brushed Emily away hoping he would forget what had just happened. He did. Thank goodness his craziness side tracked him all of the time. For a short time, however, he thought that Emily and I had a 3 year old daughter. Which would have meant I was14 at the time of conception. I just hope this incident doesn't pop back into his head someday to where the next time he sees me, he asks how my daughter is doing. That wouldn't be good. Anyways, that is the story of our crazy old priest who thought I was a 17 year old father of a 3 year old girl.

Emily and I still crack up to this day thinking about that awkward moment. Even our parents get a great kick out of that story. It's funny how awkward situations can be laughed at down the road, however, when you are in one it is hard to react in the best way possible. We moved on from that day and learned from it. I have yet to accompany Emily on her babysitting duties in public since then to avoid the obvious confusion that our crazy old priest had when we saw him that day.