Sophie and I were playing with her dollhouse this afternoon. She has various Little People sets. Today, in her dollhouse she had one man, three women and four baby girls. I pointed to one of the babies and asked, “what’s this baby’s name?”
“Elizabeth.”
“I like that, Sophie. That’s Nana’s middle name and Jamie’s middle name. And what’s this baby’s name,” I asked pointing to another baby.
“Oliver.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s a baby girl, Sophie. She has a pink bow.”
She pointed to the man behind the computer and changed her story, “No, that’s the dad’s name.”
“Oh. That’s Dad’s middle name. Which one is his wife.”
She pointed to the lady sitting at the table feeding her baby. “What’s her name,” I asked fully expecting the middle name of another family member.
“Jezebel.”
JEZEBEL? I must’ve heard her wrong. I pointed to the lady standing at the refrigerator—the same Little People lady as the one sitting at the table—and asked, “what’s her name?”
“Jezebel.”
Clearly the two Jezebels are twins. I can’t make this up people! Where does she get this stuff?
I pointed to the third lady who looks quite different than the two Jezebel twins (twins who, incidentally, happen to look like sweet little moms), hesitated for a moment, then dared to ask, “and what’s her name?”
“Elizabeth.”
Of course. Elizabeth. Let’s go over this once more. The twin ladies who could easily be mistaken for nurses are named Jezebel. And the lady with the hat and feather boa is named Elizabeth.
There’s a lesson here, people. One that I’m certain isn’t taught in three-year-old Children’s Church.
Don’t judge a book by its cover.
Don’t judge a Little People lady by her clothing?
Or don’t judge a Little People lady by her name?
But the LORD said unto Samuel, Look not on his countenance, or on the height of his stature; because I have refused him: for the LORD seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the LORD looketh on the heart. 1 Samuel 16:7
Sophie’s class did discuss Samuel today. Hmmm . . .
We love that little people dollhouse. I also love the names our darlin’ gives dolls. She had a stuffed dog and I asked its name. She said Rossabelle. I mentioned I had never heard that name and I liked it. She said I had heard it and repeated this poem, “Lincoln penny, Rossabelle dime, Jefferson nickel one more time.”
Glad to see all that Sophie is learning from her Bible time.
what a great way to relate this story to scripture, rena! i enjoy seeing you blog about how lifes little moments remind you of your walk with Lord!!
i for one am very relieved to know that sophie would not judge me by my cover. because the Good Lord knows there are days… I could very well be Jezebel or other bad girls of the Bible. Tell Sophie she is a precious, hysterical little thing! Hugs!
Perhaps lil’ Sophie should be teaching her class… ha!
well she will fit in just fine @ our house….The Baby Jesus from the nativity set routinely flys our plane from the airport and when i asked why was told cause God is a pilot Baby Jesus likes to fly too.
love the logic….
and btw all our lil people and most of our stuffed animals are named by what category they fit in…
you know we have 15 dogs that are named, dog, puppy ,pupper, you get the gist LOL
been thinking about yall
hows Cammie?
steff
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How neat–I wonder at what age we start looking on the outside at people’s feather boas instead of at their hearts? Such a great story and verse.