MyThreeDaughters

When I lived in Scotland, I had a Spanish friend named “Jesus.” Of course, it was pronounced like “Hey Seuss,” but to make this story work you have to pronounce it like Americans do.
Jesus.
So my friend lived in a house with some Scottish people, and one morning he heard the family’s Mom hushing the kids: “Be quiet, Jesus is upstairs sleeping.”
Who could blame her? If Jesus was upstairs in your house sleeping, you’d not want to wake him. Maybe if he were unrested, he’d put out some crazy commandments or set the wrong bush on fire or something.
So the other day when my Mom was here I don’t know what she said, but I heard six-year-old Fontaine exlaim:
“You mean, Jesus was born on Christmas?!”
Well yes, my mom explained, that’s where Christmas comes from…Jesus Christ.
Fontaine didn’t take the time to consider the root word and the entymological breakdown.  She just said:
“I thought that was a bad word.”
It is, if you take his name in vain.
Two lessons seem apparent.
One: We need to get these girls some Sunday Schooling.
Two: Jesus, not Hey Seuss, has some trademark infringement issues on his hands.