Tried to introduce a bit of the real reason for Christmas to Adelaide this morning. I got about three sentences in before she interrupted, hands firmly on hips.
"Dammit! I don't wike baby Jesus in books! That scary. [Pause.] Baby Jesus is kangaroo? I don't want to wisten to it. It scary."
I clapped my hand over my mouth so I wouldn't laugh, I told her we don't say "dammit" and I said baby Jesus is our friend, not scary. I went to the computer to see if I could quickly find a more effective Christmas story. She sidled up next to me.
"Look mommy – Google! I wike Google."
Sigh.
Helen as a good Episcopalian mother: FAIL.
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I don't know Helen, I remember when I was a younster having a distinct mental picture of God as a great white shark, and I was attending Sunday school at the time. Probably just as unhealthy. That said, Sunday school, yay!
ReplyDeleteI thought born-again = burned again, and vividly pictured myself in our fireplace at the Mount Cotton house. So I guess I shouldn't be surprised at "Baby Jesus a kangaroo?"
ReplyDeleteI only had pictures in my head of Jesus with lambs and little children. Maybe a Baptist Bible school did it for me?
ReplyDeletePerhaps you should introduce the beatitudes to her as Jesus' hardline stance against pirates.
ReplyDeleteNow Mark, *you* are a thinker and a schemer. I like it.
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