The Fat Virgin

It's Christmas.

And, of course, I bought myself a new Christmas CD--one specifically for the car, because I keep forgetting to take some to the car for my listening pleasure.

It's got a rockin' good rendition of "Jingle Bells" on it. Listen to it here (because you know I can't do this techno-marvel stuff).

She really likes it. We listen to it every day on the way to school, and the on the way home.

Tonight, we listened to it twice on the way to AWANAS. Daddy was with us, and since he has a cold, he's not quite into the whole "Jingle Bells" really fast thing.

We're driving along, the song ends. She's breathless from trying to sing it. As I drive past a house that has a blo-mold nativity in it's yard, she says, "It's good they put out the fat virgin."

Since she spends a lot of her time pointing out interesting things I should be noticing, I had to ask her to repeat herself. "You know, the fat virgin of Jingle Bells. It's really fun."

Ohhhhhhh.

I'm still not ever going to look at a blo-mold nativity set the same way again.