"There will be real people and animals," I said. "But they will only be pretending to be Mary, Joseph, and shepherds in Bethlehem."
Grady Lee was incredulous. "Micah!" he screamed. "We are going to see Baby Jesus in Befwehem! Let's hurry to see him!" And he couldn't get his coat and shoes on fast enough (mind you, this was three hours before it was time to go).
Our first stop was dinner at Q'Doba. Grady Lee was upset when we walked in and Baby Jesus was no where to be found. Chips and cheese quickly solved the problem.
Fast forward to our car ride to the live nativity. After stopping at a traffic light, for less than 30 seconds, he announced, "This is a wwwooonnnggg journey to Befwehem to see Baby Jesus." Aahh, the patience of a toddler.