Yesterday I sat down with Daughter, while she peacefully played with play doh, to try and gently explain "the reason for the season." As I started talking about going to church and celebrating baby Jesus' birth, she interrupted me.
So here is the Nativity Story, as told to me by Daughter, age 4.5:
"MOM, mom, mom, I know this story. Mary and Joseph looked for a place to stay. They went to the place but it was all stuffed with people. So the man pointed to where the cows and the donkeys and the horses stay. There they made a bed of straw for Mary in the hayloft. Then they went to sleep. But Mary woke up in the middle of the night, because she saw that the baby was born!"
(Daughter shrugs)
"And they wanted to name him Jesus."
So there you have it.
(Apparently Grandma has a book called "The Baby Jesus" and has read it with Daughter. I had no idea.)
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2 comments:
And this is why we love our kids:)
The best versions are the ones retold by the kids. Love it.
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