Which one is your favorite?

This is not a frequently asked question.  Only one person has asked me this question, and I think it's important for me to rat her out.  It's Jen.  I do not think for a moment that she was serious in asking it, especially given that she was laughing when she said it, and I laughed when I heard it.  But now I'm going to answer it anyway, as if she were serious:  Neither.  Neither is my favorite, Jen.  They are both equally wonderful, Jen.  I love them both equally.

I am posting this because I want to participate in the long tradition of holding the clergy to a double standard of goodness, sweetness and light, and then directing reproach at them when they occasionally fail to meet the benchmarks for personal virtue that laypeople meanwhile rarely even attempt, much less meet.  And I'm doing this in full knowledge that the priest in question spent, by my count, and I'm not kidding here, over 21 hours with us in labor, taking fewer breaks than I did.  And then knitted hats for Anna and Evelyn.

So, here's me, doing my part for the long tradition:  Shame, Jen.  Shame.