Jesus

Tonight I put the girls to bed while KC was out shopping (he returned with a sweatshirt that I'm pretty sure he stole from Usher). They got in their pajamas, brushed teeth, got their various beverages (milk for Ava, warm--NOT HOT--ovaltine with mineral oil for Sophie) and both got into Sophie's bed for a story.

Tyler often takes the girls to the library which I think is so cute.  They went recently and got a new crop of books and videos for our, now postponed, trip to Sunriver. It was Sophie's night to pick and she chose one of the library books entitled, "On that Easter Morning".  Here's an excerpt:

"There they nailed Jesus to the cross and raised it into position on the the hilltop.  Two criminals were crucified on either side...As he hung there, the sky turned dark and the air grew cold."

Night night, kids!

I should note, that although we are technically Jews, we're really Jew-ish. We celebrate the non-religious version of Christmas. We went to an easter egg hunt. And I haven't been inside a temple in years. So I was not initially afraid of "On that Easter Morning". I was envisioning bunnies. Not Jesus.


We only made it about 2 pages in before I had to stop, against much protest from Sophie.  Then I gave a totally lame, wannabe PC parent explanation about how the book was "not about including different kinds of people," when what I should've said was, "we're not reading that crap."

Seriously, though.  Jesus or no Jesus, is that really a bedtime story?

We read "Martha Speaks" instead and afterwards I got online and bought a bunch of books to read to her that don't include the lord.