I can't keep this to myself. The other night it was my turn to put Lawson to bed. I tell her to go to the bathroom before she gets in bed. Then. She screams. Runs into her room..... screaming, "Baby Jesus fell in the toilet! Baby Jesus fell in the toilet!" Bawling. Big tears streaming down her face. Both Leighton and I run into the bathroom sure enough and find Baby Jesus was in the toilet. Leighton looks up at me while he is sticking his hand in the toilet and says, "This needs to be documented, for sure:)"
Thank goodness she had not gone to the bathroom yet. That would have been horrible (for Leighton that is;)" So, Lawson just so you don't forget. Jesus rode the tractor and fell out into the toilet. Your sweet Daddy cleaned Baby Jesus and He slept with you. Maybe we need to put Him back in the nativity box:)