The Genius in Diapers

03 January, 2005

Tonight, my wife and her family were watching Napoleon Dynamite, and I was sitting apart writing syllabi. I was well into my ART 1010 assignments when Z, the 2.5 year-old, burst into my office and crawled up on the chair next to me and began singing a song.

It went a little something like this:

Jesus was born like America.
Jesus was born on a trip, on a trip, on a trip.
He was on a trip, on a trip, on a trip.

What else could I say but, “You’re right. They were on a trip, far from home”?

Now, that first line, “Jesus was born like America,” is absolutely like something Paul Simon would have written 20 years ago.

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4 Comments

  1. Scott Rogers
    Posted January 4, 2005 at 8:34 am | Permalink

    And he had diamonds on the soles of his shoes….

  2. michellebudge
    Posted January 4, 2005 at 10:21 am | Permalink

    loved seeing you guys
    Z is fabulous
    alisa, divine

  3. craiggerlach
    Posted January 4, 2005 at 6:36 pm | Permalink

    Are you saying that Jesus was born from a bunch of disgruntled tea drinkers who didn’t like to pay their taxes?

  4. Todd
    Posted January 4, 2005 at 7:52 pm | Permalink

    That’s right, buddy. Jesus’s folks were there to pay taxes…do you think Joseph liked having to pay taxes and having to drag his pregnant wife along on the back of a donkey?
    No sir, I think he did not.