Last night as I was putting this kid to bed…
…he said to me, “The other night, when I looked at that picture, I got scared.”
He’s pointing at this picture:
So I say, “Why would you be scared of that picture?”
Because really, come on folks, they’re puppy dogs riding a train.
That’s fucken cute.
He replies, “I woke up during the middle of the night, and when I looked at that dog…”
“…he was smiling at me.”
No more Reece’s Peanut Butter Cups before bed.
But, being the ever soothing and compassionate mother that I am, I share this with him, “It’s just your imagination. The dog was not smiling at you.”
He says, “How do you?”
“Because when I was a little girl, I woke up during the night one time, and there at the foot of my bed, stood Jesus.”
“Jesus? Baby Jesus or adult Jesus?” he asks.
“Well obviously it would have to be adult Jesus. How would baby Jesus be able to stand?”
“I dunno? Maybe he was floating in the manger.”
“No. He wasn’t floating in the manger. It was definitely adult Jesus. But it was just my imagination,” I reassure him.
My 11 year daughter, who had been listening to the exchange, walks out of the room and says, “Way to go Mom. Now he’ll be afraid that the next time he wakes up during the night, some hairy bearded guy wearing a bathrobe is going to be standing at the foot of his bed.”
image from here
The girl’s got a point.
Clearly I hadn’t thought this one through very well.