Joseph Christ Superstar

It never fails.  The second I finally sit down for the day with a magazine and reality television, I will hear a voice calling from upstairs.  It's always my husband.

Marianne.  Come up here!  You gotta see this.

I know what he wants me to see.  He's checked on our sleeping children and one of them has invariably fallen asleep in a ridiculous position.  The usual suspects:

• The shooting victim (arms wide open above kid's head)
•  The shipwreck victim (kid halfway off bed, top half of body clinging to mattress like Jack in Titanic)
•  The suicide victim (kid again halfway off bed, but this time head resting on floor while lower half of body still on bed

I've seen them all, but I usually try to humor my husband by marching up the stairs to marvel at the oddity of it all.  But the other night, even I was caught by suprise:

Do 4-year-olds have crucifixion dreams?

There's an old joke about Jesus being Irish because he lived at home until he was 33, thought his mother was a virgin, and she thought he was the son of God.  Based on this picture, there may be some truth to this stereotype.

For anyone who follows the blog regularly and has noticed that my kids never sleep in any kind of matching pajamas, good eye.  I hate pajama day at school because it casts an unforgiving light on my pajama failures. 

Go in peace and sin no more my followers.