Went home for spring break.  Actually ended up (pretty unintentionally) flying home on Easter so S and I got caught up in Easter brunch and an easter egg hunt.  Not that I particuarly care one way or the other about peeps and chocolate eggs, but it was funny how my sister make a point of telling me which cassorole had turkey sausage and which had ham.  Everyone was also very nice about asking whether S could have ham or not.  It think it is actually funny.  We’ve been raising S as a Jew all along — but now that I’m officially converting (with a date and everything) my family decides to be nice and ask. 

I’m just glad they are supportive, really.  I also think it is so cutte when my Mom asks when my mitzvah is.  I suppose you *could* look at it that way