Storytime

It is bedtime. We are snuggled in bed together and Karist informs me she is going to tell me a bedtime story. Here is her story:

Baby Jesus was born.
Baby Jesus died.

That is it. I laughed and corrected her and told her that Jesus grew up before he died. And the conversation wandered all over after that.


Next day.
She tells the kids she is going to tell them a story.
Here it is word for word:

Baby Jesus was born.
He grewed up.
Jesus died. He died.


At least she was paying attention the night before.