Marlee got a dollhouse--complete with furniture and dolls--from Santa. We had been talking and reading about the Christmas story, and she decided to name the baby doll Jesus (it's a girl). Here's a conversation that took place last week:
MJ: Mommy, where's Jesus? I can't find her.
Me: I don't know, Marlee. It's not my toy. It's your responsibility.
a few minutes later, she yells from another room...
Mommy, I found Jesus!
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That is SO funny!!
That's hilarious!
Too funny!
It cracks me up anytime she talks about the dollhouse family baby. She asked me to help put Jesus in the highchair so she could eat her food.
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