I came upon this scene one evening last December. I know my son was the one who put her there, but I get a kick out of imagining Mary actually choosing this particular mode of transportation. Heck, if I had a choice between going to Bethlehem on a lopey old donkey or taking a convertible with flashing headlights AND real “vroom vroom” noises, I’d go with the latter, too (wouldn’t you?).
Incidentally, a day or so later, one of the Wise Men ended up in the John Deere Farm Wagon. Life is never boring with a toddler in the house.