This past Sunday's sacrament meeting was the Christmas program. Ben sang with the choir. I opted out this year due to just having a baby and the fact that someone's got to sit with the kids (male singers are in much higher demand in our ward choir than female singers). Paige was restless and a little naughty. I didn't really think she was paying attention until one of the speakers quoted this scripture:
And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.
A moment later Paige looked up at me and said, "Mom, why is this story always SO sad? She had to wrap him up and lay him in a nest . . . LIKE A BIRD!"