The bris went well, Chase pulled through it fine and even though I got a little nervous at one point ("I can't believe I'm letting them do that to my baby"), it was a lovely ceremony and I'm glad Chase has joined the ranks of the Chosen People.
We ordered way too much food (I'll be eating turkey and roast beef for the rest of the week) and my dad accidentally bought Vanilla Coke (so Master Bates had to run out for regular Coke) but everything went well.
Thanks to all the Poopheads who made it (The Concierge, Nails, Focks, TallSkott, Michael, Tall and Short Julie).
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