The little Chicklet has for some reason, when swaddled in her towel after her evening bath, started referring to herself as a "Baby Jesus." I think this has something to do with the grandparents taking her to one day of Bible Summer Camp back home on the island.
"Look, I'm a Baby Jesus," she says. I used to think this was kind of cute until a couple nights ago, she started referring to me as Mama Jesus.
"What's that Mama Jesus," she says pointing to the smoke alarm on the roof. "Mama Jesus, I'm tired. " "Mama Jesus, Dada's bringing the milk."
Boy is it going to be a let down for her when she learns our true identity and that no one in our family walks on water.
