by Janel Breitenstein
I was proud of my kids, all up there for my Bible study's Christmas program. My music-loving 2-year-old was bopping up and down in her cute little outfit, my 3-year-old at least wasn't crying or fleeing the stage, and my 5-year-old was belting out the verses. Even after we tore out the door that morning to make it on time, here we were enjoying the glow of Christmas, with my husband, parents, and sister clustered in the front of the sanctuary with me and all of the other parents.
I looked again at the 5-year-old. What was ... Good grief.
His shirt was on inside out.
Good thing I'm not in the running for Mother of the Year this year. Or next year. (This wasn't as bad as last week, when my kids went out to the van without coats, and then we happened to run into my mother--and the pediatrician--in the pouring rain. Lovely.)
No spiritual lessons on this one. This is just my gift to you, making you feel a little better about the things that go less-than-perfectly this Christmas!
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