Ferrara's in Florida

Our housekeeper and our nanny conversed in spanish today. Something about the microwave. It tickled me pink for some reason. We value their help and friendships and they're wonderful women who share a language. James was in Page's kitchen yesterday. He met an older lady named Mary, one of Page's friends. They introduced themselves to each other and James asked, "Mary, do you have a son named Jesus?" To which she responded no. Later that afternoon, James recapped the story. He said, "Mom, I met the other Mary. There are two Marys. But I didn't meet the one that Jesus came out of. I met the other one." If only James grew up in the New Orleans area, he would realize there are alot more than two Marys.