After a not-so-smooth morning at home, Joshua, Clare, and I headed out to Target for some last-minute shopping. We were listening to Vaughan Williams' Hodie. Joshua had some difficulty understanding the words, so I was telling him what the vocalist was singing: "But the angel said to them, 'Do not be afraid, for I bring you good tidings of great joy that will be for all people...'" We got to the part about finding the baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and Joshua was able to correctly identify Jesus' location as a manger.
"Mama," he said, "Was Jesus a boy?"
"Yes, he was a boy," I said.
"Well," I said, "the Israelites were waiting for a Messiah, and they believed that Messiah would be a man. So Jesus was a boy." I was so stinkin' satisfied with myself I almost ran off the road.
"Mama?" Joshua asked. I was ready for anything, any follow-up question he could throw at me.
"Does that mean he had a penis?"
"Yep, Jesus had a penis."
Merry Christmas, little theologian. Merry Christmas.