so macy and i were baking a cake to take to my mom’s house for christmas (and how the cake ended up in the trash is a whole ‘nother story) and she wanted to know whose birthday it was…(she’s two.)
so i told her it was jesus’ birthday. well of course, then she wants to know where jesus is and what he looks like. so i tell her jesus lives in heaven, and pull up a picture on the computer so she can see what he looks like.
later on, mike gets home, and she tells him that we made a cake for jesus’ birthday, and i ask her to tell him where jesus lives…
“in the OVEN!”
so of course, this morning at my parents’ house, we’re retelling the story…macy, whose birthday is it? “jesus!” and where does jesus live? “in the oven!” and we’re all laughing and thinking it’s so funny, how cute.
not a minute later, the buzzer on the oven goes off, and my 6-year old niece yells “JESUS IS COOKED!” bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!!!!
i’m so sorry, jesus!