Wax On, Wax Off

Yesterday I taught Sydney the word and the meaning of SPONTANEOUS. Suddenly, I said to her, "Let's go to Louis Tusseaud's Wax Museum in Grand Prairie!"

So all the way there, of course, I was telling her about the wax statues. First thing we saw was Captain Kirk and so I just HAD to take a picture for Daddy and Uncle Omar, the family Trekkies. I don't think she knows just who she was posing with but she did it anyhow. What a trouper!

You've never seen a girl more excited to stand beside George Washington in all your life! She is quite patriotic! She gets thrilled when she sees Lincoln as well but she is truly delighted with Washington, and also anytime we see the word "Washington" in general, that is a thrill! I of course photographed her alongside him, stating to her that it might be her only chance to stand by the First President of the United States for a photo op! (She kept asking me if he was dead...she also wants to know if George Bush will die when he is no longer the President. I know some probably wish that he would but anyhoo...I digress...)

She was very impressed by Jesus in particular at the museum. There was an entire area devoted to His life (and death.) Of course in this photo here, He is speaking to his disciples, and the Wax Museum had a nice recording that quoted His sermon playing over their speakers as we viewed this display. She's a smart girl. She heard the voice and thought it was Jesus! "Mommy, I think it's nice that they have recordings of Jesus' voice so that we can hear them in the Wax Museum..." Um...I don't think they had recorders back then, or Wax Museum Paparazzi on a hunt for the voice of Jesus...

She then asked me if there were photos of Jesus in "The Jesus Book" so we could look at this later when we got home. OK, did she mean "The Bible?" I know she did. (Does anyone know a good Sunday School we can go to next week coz we need to pray? Bigtime.)

Then when we finished, she asked to take the entire tour over again! So I asked the lady at the desk if we could go through once more and she said she was not supposed to let us do that, but she let us anyhow to get us out of her hair I think. Sydney wanted to go back and see Jesus again. She's such a good girl.

When we rounded the corner to The Last Supper, she kept nodding her head and saying with the most moving sincerity, "Poor poor Jesus..."

It was HILARIOUS! (isn't that awful?) I can't say why for sure, and I hope I am not going to H in a handbasket, but this stuff was funnnny! Other people in the museum were chuckling too so it wasn't just ME! I was wishing for Brian or someone to be there with me to laugh in secret during this!

Now really, I care about Jesus a great deal, and lasting impressions have been left on my heart and life, sincerely, upon the imaginings of what He went through, so I don't mean to make light of it. But this morning she was talking about Jesus again, and she said "poor, poor Jesus" again and well, sometimes you just wanna giggle. You wanna giggle a LOT.


TELL ME you're not gigglin'...