I’m glad to hear that Robbie is learning about the real meaning of Christmas at school. However, the manifestation of all this knowledge is a little, well, Robbie-like. As I was getting him out of the bathtub last night, Robbie asked me to wrap him up tight. As I was wrapping him, he instructed me further. “Mom, wrap me up like baby Jesus when he was born.”
The rest of the conversation went a little like this:
“You want to be swaddled?”
“Yes. Swaddled. I want to be swaddled in a manger.”
At this point I picked Robbie up and held him cradled in my arms. “Like this?”
“Yeah, Mom. Like this. I’m swaddled in a manger. You’re the manger, OK, Mom?”