They wanted yet another Bible story. Under normal circumstances, I'd happily comply, but company would be arriving shortly, and I needed to tidy the living room.
They all leaned in together, as Isaiah flipped through the book. When they'd reached a consensus, he handed the book back to me.
"Mary and Joseph. Read us the story of Mary and Joseph."
I handed the book back to him.
"Why don't you read it to us?"
"Nope. I can't."
But September cheerfully volunteered for the task.
And so, without further ado, I present a two-year-old's version of the Christmas story--short and sweet and to the point.
"They carried a donkey and stuff, and they had a baby and stuff. Mary and Joseph loved God. And He loves Meepo."
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