Sometimes conversations with Nathan take a very unexpected turn.
"Nathan, Christmas is coming!"
"Yes! And do you know what we celebrate on Christmas? We celebrate that Jesus was born! Come, look over here--it's baby Jesus! This is Jesus' mommy. She took good care of him. She loved him so much! She cuddled him and fed him milk, and kept him clean and warm."
"I don't like that lady. She's bad. I don't like her."
He cuddled in my lap after a long rage, he gazed into my eyes and smiled as I sang:
You are my sunshine
My little sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are gray
You'll never know, dear
How much I love you
Please don't take
My sunshine away
And afterward he said, "Someone is going to take my mommy away."