Little Minx P was playing ‘Big Mary’ in her nursery nativity play today. It was the nursery’s way of getting all the kids to have parts: adult Jesus asks his mum to tell him the story of how he was born, as introduction to the rest of the nativity. I sat on a miniature doll’s house seat in the crowd of proud parents with baby R in a sling, waving madly and videoing the back of 3 rows of parents’ heads – I think you can see our mini Meryl Streep’s eyebrow. Just.
Anyway, she’s obviously been thinking about the story, too. “Mummy, why did Mary travel to Bethlehem on a donkey? Could she not go by car?” she puzzled. When I explained that cars hadn’t been invented then, she had a long ponder while she chewed her cabbage. “Oh. Well, could she take the train, then?” She then sang her favourite carol to herself – Away in a Manger. Yes, the one about the Little Odd Jesus. I have told her loads of times, but she must think it’s a name. Her sister yells along to “Odd the Builder (Can we fix it?)” so maybe that’s where she gets it from. (L actually sings “Oooooood da bill-da! Ca ee mix it? Ooooooood da bidd-da! I don’t know” with a wriggle of a shrug)