My mom called tonight as I was on my way home. She asked that I stop by so that she could give William a present. She had been at our church's "store" to buy herself a nativity. Boo begged her for a smaller nativity and my mom caved. She asked William if he wanted anything, but he declined. He had been interested in a snow globe of the nativity, so my mom wanted to get it for him as a "happy" sometime. Which brings us to tonight.
William, we need to stop by Mimi's. She has a little present for you.
A present? Why'd Mimi get me a present?
Remember when you and Boo were at church and Mimi got her a nativity? She wanted to get you a little "happy," too.
I hope it's not a...(something I didn't catch). And as I'm saying, "It's not a toy," he's saying
because I like Jesus, I just like Star Wars better.
Needless to say, he was a might disappointed.
And later...
It's just too pretty for a little young boy like me. And too precious. Too, too precious. That stuff's for girls.
Those lessons on graciousness haven't stuck yet, apparently.
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