We rushed through dong the stable today, because we had a birthday dinner for a friend to get to. When she colored it, it ended up looking like a massacre! She colored it all red. I try to think of it as safety, like a stop sign or fire truck red not bloody red. She definitely didn't intend it to be that way.
Anyhow, she's wearing an authentic kilt and sweater and cap from Ireland. The birthday boy we're seeing today went to Ireland with his wife and brought this ensemble back for her. It's too precious not to take lots of photos of.
Anyhow, we briefly touched on the stable and what that meant and how she'd feel if she had to stay in a barn because there was no room at a hotel. I don't know if she really paid too much attention tonight, but hopefully Sunday school in helping her with the story of the birth of Jesus.