Okay, my son really made me giggle today.
Yesterday, we were playing with his Little People Nativity (highly suggested for parents of little ones). He's had it for years, and he STILL loves playing with it. It plays Away in a Manger and he constantly requests that I sing along with him. He now knows most of the words, himself!
Anyway, as we went to go play with the nativity yesterday, I noticed the Baby Jesus figure was missing. This was our conversation:
Me: Vincent, where is Baby Jesus?
Vincent: I dunno!
Me: Well, we have to find Him!
Vincent: Mommy, I dunno! Where's Baby Jesus?
Me: I don't know, either, Vince, but let's look!
Vincent: Look, Mommy. Where's Baby Jesus? Where he? Where he?
Me: Look under the tree. Is He under the tree?
Vincent: I dunno, Mommy. Where he? Where Baby Jesus?
Me: Check under the couch. Nevermind, let Mommy check under the couch.
*Mommy finds Baby Jesus*
Me: Ah-ha! Here's Baby Jesus!
Vincent: "Here is Baby Jesus! Here is! Here is!"
Then we proceed to play with the set for a while.
Here comes the good part.
After Mass today, I took Vincent up to see the Nativity scene. Being that it's only the 4th Sunday of Advent, Baby Jesus was missing from the manger.
Vincent, completely panicked, started shouting, "Where's Baby Jesus? Mommy, where he? Where he? No Baby Jesus! Under the tree?"
Embarrassed by his volume, but overcome with laughter at his reaction, I barely shushed him and said, "It's okay! He comes out on Christmas!"
This didn't appease him, apparently. As I went to find Steve to confirm times to decorate the church, Vincent pressed him for where Baby Jesus was, too. Ha ha ha!
Finally, as we made our way to the back of the church to greet the pastor and deacon, Vince brought his concern to them, too! In fact, when the deacon tried to get Vincent excited for Santa by asking, "Who is coming in a few days?" Vincent replied with "Baby Jesus! Baby Jesus!"
He thought I'd done a good job teaching him the importance of Jesus's birth over the arrival of Santa, but really, he was just panicked, I think, because the church was missing its toy figure just like he'd been missing his the day before.
I seriously giggled the entire way home. My little munch. Ha ha ha!
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