Zero religiosity (part 5)

This time the delay was not due to the clergy but to stupid me. I had given them the wrong church. But hey, in my defense, I was only a couple of months old when I was baptized, so those memories won't probably come fully back until I'm a bit older. But in one respect I was right: the church I showed on part 4 was far too humble to have served as the place of baptism for such an important person as I am (to myself). This is the right one...

Anyway, the very helpful pastor is now looking in (hopefully) the right place. From this I gather that once he finds the records, I will be stricken from them... Here's hoping.