Ella goes to preschool at a Church in town. On Friday, instead of having a typical Christmas party, they had a "Birthday Party for Jesus." We were responsible for bringing the carrots.So that's the backstory.
What last week turned into- Ella talking very loudly at the grocery store about how she needed to buy carrots for Jesus. Me yelling at Ella to "knock it off, or she is NOT going to Jesus' Birthday Party." Trying to explain to a 4-year old that no, Jesus doesn't need any presents, he just wants you to be good, and no, that is not a stupid present. And how I'm sure Santa visits Heaven (seriously, why not?) and leaves presents under Jesus' tree. Gah.
I picked her up Friday, post Jesus-palooza, and asked her if she'd had fun at the party. Her answer- "Yeah, it was fine. Jesus did NOT show up. I guess he was busy."
So I figure I'm going to Hell for one reason or another- somehow I've managed to raise a child that believes that Jesus doesn't show up to to parties specifically meant for him (rude) and also because I posted the above picture, which I'm pretty sure is what Ella's idea of Jesus is. Or what he might of looked like, if he'd just could've managed to make time in his busy schedule to show up at preschool friday morning and eaten some carrots.
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You now have a "readership" (if this is not a real word, please do not burst my bubble)
My mom (who, of course, does NOT read this blog because I did NOT give her the website) alerted me to your new post with the email "I LOVE YOUR FRIEND JEN'S BLOG!" (actual excerpt)
This one is my favorite to date. You set the bar high, Egger.
Now if only your husband could learn to play fantasy football as well as I can.
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