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I love this phrase.  Mostly because I’m lazy.  Ok.  Completely because I am lazy.  I want to write about Y but it is Saturday and I have a Baptism to attend in a few hours where I will play the role of Faux Godmother.  Haven’t you always dreamed of being a Faux Godmother?  Oh!  You haven’t heard of a Faux Godmother.  Well, in the Catholic world you have a Godmother and a Godfather.  At least one of them has to be Catholic.  In the event one of your Godparents can not attend the actual Baptism, it is best to pick a proxy.  A proxy is another Catholic who stands in and acts as the missing Godparent.  My friend’s sister-in-law cannot be present to perform her duties so I have been called upon to be a proxy.  I don’t like the word proxy too much so I’ve dubbed myself the Faux Godmother.  Besides I will see the child way more the actual Godmother since I live on the same side of the country.  My friend is a bit concerned I’m already failing at my Faux Godmother duties since at the play date Thursday her child tried to crawl under the couch and I didn’t even notice.  In my defense, I was already sitting on the couch so I could not see her and I was holding someone else’s child.  Does this make me a terrible Faux Godmother?  Anyway, there is a ton to do with the Baptism and yada yada yada.