I accidentally called my son Jesus the other day.
It’s taken me awhile to get up the nerve to tell you this. It’s one of those things that just slipped out of my mouth and, even though I was completely alone at the time, (well, besides Jesus and Jesus Jr…) I still blushed crimson and covered my mouth and giggled like a schoolgirl. This was immediately followed by some whispered monologuing… something along the lines of “OMG I can’t believe I just said that tee hee hee!” Or something equally as mature.
Here’s my explanation: I’ve been working on a new song lately and there’s this verse that says something about Jesus but I can’t get it quite right so I’ve been re-writing it and re-writing it, and I’m constantly trying to hash it out in my brain during the day because it’s like a big WORD PUZZLE and OH NO, I can NOT let word puzzles go unsolved, are you kidding me?? *twitch twitch*.
So, at the time of the incident, I had just been working on that song. Ezra woke up and I got him out of his crib and he started running down the hallway all cute like… as if he had somewhere to be, and then I was all:
“Where you goin’, Jesus?”