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Friday, March 04, 2005


When we moved from Minnesota to Calfornia one of the things we needed to do was find a daycare for YW to attend. We eventually decided that the new daycare-in-a-church at the local Lutheran Church was the place to go. In the early days this daycare was a business run by the church to raise money for the church. As such the kids would be taught little songs and things to perform at the various High Holiday services. And the Pastor would, once a week, have a 'God is very very big and loves you very much' chat with the kids. I'm not even slightly religous now, but I was brought up Lutheran and those of you who listen to A Prairie Home Companion know that you can't get too out of hand with Lutheran teachings when talking to 2 year olds.

YW seemed not to be absorbing much of the God Talk until Christmas rolled around. Then he started saying, at least once a day, "I'm the Baby Jesus." We all found this most entertaining, but I figured he was just transmogrifying something he'd heard at daycare.

One Saturday after Christmas it was time for his nap. I told him so, picked him up and started carrying him to his room. He didn't want to have a nap and started yelling, "No! No! I don't want a nap! I'm the Baby Jesus!" He had been paying attention to the Pastor. Baby Jesus is powerful and doesn't have to take a nap if he doesn't want to take a nap. But it turns out either he's not the Baby Jesus or even Baby Jesus has to listen to his Dad.

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