Even I was surprised when the aforementioned wound up on the family tree. It surpassed my wildest expectations of boldness and faith. He had taken the place of the last remaining great-grandparent. We were/are gobsmacked.
Needless to say - he did last long mixing with the rejects at the dusty old top of the fridge. Of course there were higher aspirations at play.
I think there may have been audible gasps when we first noticed the newest member of the family looking back at us with those unrealistic blue eyes and Californian bone structure. There he was, sitting pretty in the place of the matriarch. Perhaps one of us dropped the F-bomb (we were mid-goodnight story at the time). As I took it down, we started whispering in a slightly loud and panicked way, trying to find the other photo. As casually as I could, I crawled around the floor and looked under everything - but it was nowhere to suggest it had merely fallen off the wall.
After we had tucked the offending photo in to a nice dark place under many books, we tucked our lovely into bed, under her slightly marred family tree. And she slept.
The missing photo has since been found (interestingly - under the same pile of heavy books that I used to hide the photo) - and returned to its place on the tree.
And as for the rest?
Jesus is on a return journey, back to sender.
Vis-a-vis us - well, we need to be a bit less 'open' and a bit more 'zero tolerance' for nice ladies with big religious messages directed squarely at our 20 month old.
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