Last night we were reading Alaska’s Three Pigs. The book is deceptively short appearing. A thin paperback. Then you open it up and the words are tiny. But Leif likes it and it is a pretty funny book (for people from Alaska or with connections to Alaska at least… love the pigs in beards and sporting flannels).
Leif loves reading books and never wants to skip pages, so when he started trying to page ahead I asked him what he was looking for?
“Where’s baby Jesus?” he asks.
“Oh honey, I don’t think baby Jesus is in this book,” I told him.
“Yes, baby Jesus this book, where?”
I put Alaska’s Three Little Pigs aside in favor of one of the Easter books where we could see pictures and read about “baby Jesus all grown up” – while skipping the section about death on the cross. (Plenty of time later for that.)