So, a few days ago we went to see Santa's magical flying alpacas. And I was telling Billy all about the baby Jesus, who was in there with the magical alpacas. Okay, not the real Jesus, but a giant wooden cutout nativity scene- in with the magical alpacas. Let's just process that for a moment...
And at home I'm getting ready to put out the creche. I showed Billy the little figurine of baby Jesus sleeping in the manger.
Bring on Grandma's house.
Billy was looking at a framed picture of a baby at Grandma's house. Three guesses who the baby was and the first two don't count.
But Billy saw it and shouted, "it's baby Jesus!"
"No, honey. That's you. That's baby Billy."
"No, Mommy. It's baby Jesus!"
And then Grandma looked at me and replied, "guess that makes you Mary."
And now we're working on the concept that not all babies are Jesus...