About a year ago, Lil’T used to confuse me with Jesus in our picture bibles.
At first, I was flattered being compared with god incarnate and all. Then I asked her why Jesus (a red-bearded cartoon) was me instead of daddy. She informed me that I had a beard too. And laughed.
My two year old was joking about my facial hair- which explains why she thought I was a boy for the first 3 years of her life.
Her favourite Jesus story was when he healed the sick girl. But after I told it, Lil’T would then tell me the story of when Jesus was sick and the little girl saved him!
I thought it was sweet and made the mistake of telling my evangelical friend. Who thought it was sacrilegious. Good thing I didn’t tell her that Lil’T thought I was Jesus.