Friday, March 04, 2005
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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