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| Jesus According to Makayla |
When my granddaughter Makayla, who's now nine years old, was in pre-Kindergarten, she went through a phase where she liked to call Sharon and me and "read" a book to us.
The "read" is in quotation marks because, of course, she couldn't read yet. Being good grandparents, we indulged her in this deception. It was particularly important to her that she could read to me because I'm the one most likely to have my nose in a book. I have to admit that I was thrilled that she showed an interest in books at all.
We would put her on the speaker so we could both listen at the same time. Meanwhile, Makayla would turn pages on the other end of the phone, look at the pictures and narrate the books for us.
My favorite was a book about Jesus. Now, I never actually saw the book she was "reading" from, but I am familiar with the story of Jesus, so her narration summoned up pictures from my brain. But her take on the story had me laughing so hard (and silently, so her feelings wouldn't be hurt) that I was literally crying.
It began something like this:
"Jesus was born in 1929. His Dad taught him how to ride a donkey---"
I wish I could remember all of it. More so, I wish I had recorded it. Just the scrap of memory makes me laugh.
For the record, I don't consider this to be sacrilegious. A guy I went to college with had six nipples, so I've seen evidence that God has a sense of humor.
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Posted by Firewater on 2009-11-07 07:31:42 | Rating: | Views: 30
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