Sunday, April 5, 2009

Tales from the Crib: Can I go see Jesus?

Today was Palm Sunday and Robb was asked to play Jesus in the preschool department. Sporting an off-white robe, cloth hood to cover his spikey, red hair, and a long beard (thanks to one of his baseball players), Jesus was in the flesh walking around FBC Liberty today. I wondered how our children would process this confusion. Since we talk about Jesus all the time, I was curious to see what they thought when their dad showed up proclaiming to be the Anointed One.

Seth: As usual, Seth was too cool for such a ridiculous concept. As soon as Robb walked in and the teacher hailed, "Look kids Jesus came to visit us," he was over it. "Dat not Jesus, dat daddy! he said. End of story.

Laci: A bit of a scaredy-cat when it comes to things like dogs, heights, and Santa Claus - she also behaved as expected. When asked to sit in Robb's lap, she adamantly declined "No thank you- I don't think so." But after some coercing, ventured over to see "Daddy, Jesus, Santa Claus" as she had termed this man she had called "daddy" thirty minutes before. Another child, also, said Robb was "Santa" since they were asked to come sit in his lap.

Leyton: He's a wildcard when it comes to new situations. Sometimes, he can be found hugging complete strangers and other times he's hugging my leg with tears in his eyes. At church today, he bravely ran up to sit on "Jesus' lap", completely enjoying this daddy charade. Chalk that up on Leyton's brave chart. Tonight, as I tucked him into bed, I said "night buddy I love you." And his reply was, "Night mommy, can I go see Jesus now?" (Only if you are referring to your daddy!)

I'm gonna have some explaining to do.