Today I opened the Little Tikes nativity set and gave it to Girl to play with. She loved it, but she got confused on some of the details. Here were our “issues”.
She thought the camels were dogs.
She refused to believe the three wise individuals were men instead of women (in fairness they look pretty girly in this set). She kept saying “dresses! girls!”… Not how the story goes. Sorry.
We had to discuss why the people went IN the barn while the animals went OUTSIDE of it.
Me: “Jesus was born in the barn in a manger.”
Girl: “Baby in animal food?”
Me: “Yep.”
Girl: “Why?”
Me: “He had nowhere else to go.”
Girl: “Oh.” [insert moment of thought] “No. He go here.” (Outside barn.)
I know it girlie. That’s one of the sad parts of our miracle. Even my 2.5 yr old knows that He should have received better treatment.
Then, to trump the whole thing, Girl refused to leave Jesus in the living room when it came time for a bath. She HAD to bring him with us. When we got there, she had no idea what to do with him. I stepped out to get her a new diaper. When I returned, Jesus was in the toilet. I asked why, and she let me know that it was his bathtub because he’s so small. Good times. So that’s how I rescued Jesus this weekend.
