This might explain a great deal to some of you.  I was born into a Catholic family…. baptized and raised Catholic.  There were a lot of Latin masses when I was little….. seems like it was just about every morning.  The priest would stand at the altar, and proclaim things like:  “You da jelly belly… we da jellllliiiieeeeee belly… I’m a nabisco, you da nabissssscoooooo, we da nabisco.”    At least….. that’s the way it sounded…… like a foreign language to me, or something.  I didn’t much understand it back then.  Certainly not any clearer now…I’ll tell you.  Yet…..I sorta’ liked the way it sounded.  But I’m getting away from the big event of the day.

Growing up, we had a replica statue of the Infant of Prague in our house.  I loved that darling little statue.  It was so intriguing to me.  My Mom made different sets of clothes for him, that coincided with the various religious holidays.  Seems like he would wear purple every now and again, which was a great color on him, I thought.  But…… today as we are walking up King Street, we passed an antique store.  Low and behold…. what is in the window but The Infant of Prague.  My brother (who is visiting from the rainiest of states)…. and I….. fell off our chairs laughing with excitement (and we weren’t even sitting down).

He was jubilant.  “Look Polly….. The Infant of Prague.”  I was jubilant.  We were jubilant together right there in the middle of King Street as we reminisced about our little fella’s wardrobe and his indelible perch in the dining room of our childhood home.

Our friends looked through the window of the store with energetic curiosity…. which then shifted to suspicious and bewildered glances in our direction.  Our good pal Lisa finally put forward….  “Uhhhhhmmmmm……I’m not seeing it.  Did you say you grew up with the Infinite Frog?”

Latin.  We were speaking Latin to her.  “Infant of Prague. You da belly.  We da belly.  Jelly Belly Dominisco, Nabisco….”

Which translates:  Infinite Frog.   Unending Hoppy-ness.