The kids and I were decorating their Christmas trees and I was in Adolpha's room helping her hang yet one more pink cupcake ornament on her little tree when I heard Gomer yell from his room, "Mom! Can I put out my nativity?"
"Yes," I replied. Each kid has their own plush nativity set that they can put out in their rooms. They received them when they were babies and they arrange them every year.
"Hey Mom!" Gomer yelled again. "I can't find my baby!"
"What?" I called back. "I'm helping Adolpha. If you need me, come to her room."
He came in holding Joseph and Mary. "I can't find my baby."
"Who?" I asked.
"The baby that goes in the basket," he showed me the empty manger.
"I don't know what to tell you. It was all there last year when I put it away. Go look again."
After several minutes of digging around he finally came in victorious, "I found him! I found my baby Moses."
"Who did you say?" I asked.
"Gomer, that isn't baby Moses. That's baby Jesus."
"Wait. Jesus was there?" Gomer asked.
"Uhh . . . yeah! He was the baby. We celebrate his birth at Christmas! You know that!"
"Ohhh . . . Whoops. I just always thought this was baby Moses," he said looking at the baby in one hand. "And this was Jesus," he said showing me Joseph.
I need to speak with his Sunday school teacher.
|Does this look like Baby Moses to you?|
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