You may remember last year’s post, I used to have nice things and then I had children where I showed you this:
Well, sometimes my kids take the nativity pieces off my table and down on the floor with their other toys and then things like this could happen:
So last week when Baby Jesus disappeared from the nativity, and the three year old said, “Baxter did it.“ It lead to this:
And four days of me, under the cover of dark, wearing a head-flash light, latex gloves, and with plastic spoons closely examining my dog’s…well, you know.
So many of you have been asking if I had found Jesus, offering similar war-stories of the kid and puppy variety, and even some helpful suggestions for where to purchase a replacement for the missing Infant Christ.
After four days, I have news to report.
Did I find Baby Jesus?
Was the three year old’s accusations about the dog eating the holy figurine accurate?
She’s a liar.
I actually went to close a vent, and there was something preventing me from shutting it more than half way.
So did I dig through doggy-doo for nothing?
I like to think that I at least gave the neighbors something to talk about…
(Special shout to Facebook Fan Tess Wesley for her funny “Holy Shit” reply to my status update. Hence the title of the post!)