The Bible For Little Eyes

One day I heard some interesting playing taking place. In my most stealthy manner, I tiptoed over to the door and listened without being noticed. Bergen was wrapped up in a towel and his long three year old body was condensed into a picnic basket.

(Of course, that picnic basket had formerly been holding a plethora of toys in Mosely's bedroom which I assumed must now be strewn across her floor, but that doesn't aid my story here......or my life......)

At any rate, Bergen was swaddled in the basket and London was bowing down before the basket over and over again. And then she was bringing the towel baby gifts while he lay in said basket.

London saw me and explained, "This is baby Jesus. We are worshipping him and bringing him gifts," she offered, as she handed the new born babe his greatest gift yet - a monster truck!

(Their other favorite Bible stories to reenact are baby Moses - they really like fitting Bergen in a basket - and the story of King Solomon offering to slice a child in half for two arguing mothers. They love that one!)