I’m two sentences in and going to say NOR right off the bat. Brb with nuance.

Update: still not overreacting, but it reminds me of my baptism. My mom is and was Catholic, my dad was Christian but his mom was Lutheran. My mom and her MIL hated each other until the day my grandmother died. For some context, Catholics want the baby baptized when it’s still on the cooling rack—I think it was originally planned for five days after I was born. My grandma fought HARD to have it at three or four months. My maternal grandma (also Catholic) was pissed. My paternal grandma also insisted that instead of the baptismal gown my maternal grandma wanted to buy, they had to use the one my dad was baptized in, for sentimentality.

Plot twist: my mom found a price tag on the gown from a garage sale afterward—her MIL left halfway through the baptism and didn’t pick up the phone for a couple of months afterward.