Naturally, Christmas is always cause for excitement in our household. The anticipation and festivity is consumed with gusto by my three kids.
We’ll be talking about shopping or fruit cakes or some such thing, and Princess pipes up with “Speaking of Christmas, let’s sing Jingle Bells” (or Rudolph, or Drummer Boy, etc).
In the lead-up to last Christmas we had a bit of a chuckle. Princess was going through the phase where she loved babies and anything to do with them. Was completely fascinated by the story of Baby Jesus, asking things like “Why did Baby Jesus have to be born in a stable?” or "Did Baby Jesus get cold?".
During one of these Q&A sessions, Little Man, hungry for a snack, was complaining for something to eat. I opened the fridge door and noticed a packet of Babybel cheeses.
“Darling why don’t you have one of your baby cheeses?”
There was a cheeky chortle from Princess.
“What are you laughing at, Miss?”
Princess, grinning wickedly, replied “Baby Cheesus!”.
What a giggle.
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