Tis the Season for Danger

As Advent begins tomorrow, I thought that I would clean up our living room and get out our mangers. Ella has a Little People manger that a nice family in our church got her when she was born, and Brad and I have an olive wood manger set that Brad got in Jerusalem. I am not one for much decorating, my mother calls me a minimalist, but I like to get out the mangers once Advent begins.

Ella was very excited when I got out her manger, she immediately began jumping up and down shouting, "The Danger, The Danger". No matter how many times I try to correct her, she insists that it's a Danger. Not only that, but there is no baby Jesus in our manger, instead we have a Baby Moses. And, maybe you can see in the picture of our danger, there is a donkey cart. Ours is really a "stroller". I tried to put the fruit piece in there and Ella said, "No fruit, that's Baby Moses' stroller".

You would think that the daughter of a pastor and a PhD student in religion would do a little better, but apparently we have a lot of work ahead of us convincing Ella of the real Christmas story that doesn't involved dangers, Baby Moses and his stroller.