This morning on the way to church, I was talking to Ellie about our upcoming visit from Nonni and Poppi (her grandparents) and how they'd be here for Easter. I decided to tell her about the death and resurrection. Evidently she liked the story because she asked me to tell her more Jesus stories. I told her about Christmas. I tried to convey the downsides of being born in a stable by calling it a barn - at which point she confirmed that there were cows present - and I reminded her of how stinky the cows are at the dairies by our house. Then I told her about all of Baby Jesus' visitors and the gifts the kings brought: gold, frankincense and myrrh. I explained that those are things that smell good. Ellie interjected, "To cover up the smell of the cows?" I laughed and agreed that was a possible use for the gifts. She ended the story for me: "And then his Nonni came to visit and...[insert long list of Nonni-Jesus activities]."
What I learned: Only a three year old could make the birth of Jesus seem like any ordinary day.
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