I just have a quick second and I wanted to wish the three of you that are still stopping by my blog a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS INDEED! Thank you for reading even though this year hasn't really been hilarious.
I do hope you have a memorable and peaceful day tomorrow and that you take the time to remember that this holiday is about a baby come to save the world. Teach it to your children. There's way too much wrapping paper and not enough true meaning of Christmas these days. Think on the nativity scene for a moment. Consider Mary. Think about Joseph. Worship the baby. They are more than just figures on your mantel. They are real. This story is real.
And, since the ole blog has suffered a bit and been lost in our year of tears, I leave you with this remarkable story.
Last night, we piled on the couch to watch The Nativity. We had to pause it every now and then to explain some things--especially to the youngest. Turns out, we'd never actually told him about circumcision. There comes a point in the film where little baby John the Baptist has to endure the aforementioned procedure.
"What is happening?" Matthew asked, concerned.
Troy paused it and thus began a conversation about circumcision.
I KNOW there are those of you that are adamantly opposed to circumcision this day and age and whatever, I respect your opinion. But these Bassham boys are, well, Jewish in this particular regard. Deal with it. So, after the explanation which involved a pointer finger and a napkin (YOU ARE SO WELCOME FOR THIS POST, Y'ALL. MERRY CHRISTMAS!), Matthew's eyes widened.
"Is mine like that?" he asked.
"Is Garrett's?" The line of questioning was a bit weird because he's pretty much seen what there is to see around this house.
"Yes," Garrett answered for himself.
"Uh huh," came the reply.
Then he turned and stared me down.
"Is your penis like that, Mom?"
"Well...I don't have a penis."
"Oh yeah!" he dissolved into fits of laughter. "I forgot!"