Conversations...overheard

No pics of this great moment, I didn't want to interrupt the story...
I fixed breakfast for the 3 little kids and turned my back to load the dishwasher. After a few minutes of nibbling and silly conversations about sippee cups, things turned serious. "Suddenwy der wer wots of angels" I stopped to listen, trying not be obvious. "heoor is his bed"..."dis is his piwo"...By this time I had to turn and look. There at my kitchen table was the Christmas story as told by 3 preschoolers and "acted out" by poptarts and breakfast bars (yes, they eat poptarts and breakfast bars...eggs, bacon and pancakes are what Cracker Barrel is for, but I digress). They were more than happy to share their story with me. I heard all about baby Jesus and his bed, all the angels, his mom and dad, the animals and the stars. Poptart pieces (you know the edges that no one eats) were crumbled to make a bed, a big poptart was his pillow, a breakfast bar had been nibbled down to fashion a barn, little crumbs were stars.
In the middle of running around, rehearsals, shopping, parties and all the other busyness of the season, it was a 4 year old and 2 three olds that brought me back to the real reason for season. A simple baby...who changed the world.
What sweet precious moment for me as a mommy. Children are never to young to learn, just ask them!