So I step into the elevator at work, in mid-conversation with a co-worker about how I learned to knit.
Me: "So she had us knit squares that she stitched into blankets for the pagan babies."
I'm met with a blank stare from my obviously non-Catholic co-worker in addition to a burst of laughter from the other woman in the elevator.
New BFF: "Oh my god, I haven't heard that expression in decades. Only a Catholic girl would say she learned how to knit because of the pagan babies. And not just pagan babies, it has to be THE pagan babies!"
My Co-worker: "What the ***k is a pagan baby?"
You know it's going to be a great day when your elevator ride is full of pagan baby knitting conversation :)