LittleBird has an unnatural obsession with the baby Jesus that lives in our Advent calendar.
It started last year. She carried him around, reading to him. Feeding him. It was sweet, if a bit disconcerting.
This year she has started the trend again. For the past few days she has begged me to let her take him out of his pocket. This afternoon, I relented.
Baby Jesus played on the princess castle. He peed and pooped in the potty. He even slide by himself down the slide. Twice.
Apparently, he is a damn fine driver.
How can something so wrong be so damned funny?