Cayna, decked out in a snowsuit and lavender mittens, deemed herself the Virgin Mary as she closely held a small slab of frozen snow... none other than Baby Jesus.
After forming an attachment for her little ice doll, as she does for anything she finds, we couldn't very well leave it/him outside to melt. Welcome to our freezer, little ice Jesus. It's been about six weeks that this delicate "doll" has resided between the popsicles and the frozen Weight Watchers entrees.
Hm. Not sure how this story will end. You can't just turn a Jesus doll into a Slurpee or dump it into the sink. Perhaps I'll let Cayna decide. I have a feeling our freezer might be a long-time residence.
5 comments:
Does this count as putting Jesus in a box?
Oh the situations our kids get us into...
I had an apple in my freezer for over two years that Connor had eaten the word HAT into when he was about 3. It was so hard to finally let go! Better to hold on to Jesus, though!
Ice Baby Jesus.....so cute! You better keeps us posted on what happens with him.
I think you sell it on Ebay!
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