When my son was 3, his preschool went to a children's mass at a local church. We didn't really have any sort of organised relationship to any religion, and were curious to see how he would react to the nativity story.
When we had brought him home, we asked him about it. Apparently there was a life-sized creche, and he was near the back of the crowd of kids. He told us about the stable and the animals, and it became clear he thought Jesus was the donkey. Understandable, really, when you consider a 3-yr-old who had never heard a bible story, saw a stable, and heard the priest talking about Jesus being born in said stable.
We explained to him that Jesus actually was a baby boy, and he got really irritated. HE had been there, HE saw it, WE hadn't been there. Jesus was a donkey. We didn't know what we were talking about. We let it go, and it became a fun family story.
The next Christmas rolled around, he's almost 4, and I decided it was time to do something about this. Knowing he was really into action figures, I bought a small creche. In the store, I pointed two different ones out, and asked him to choose. He pointed at one, and when I asked why that one, he looked at me like I was an idiot and said "The other one doesn't have a donkey."
Home again, I unpacked it and set it up, as I explained the story of the nativity. I concluded by saying that some people believe the story is true, some don't, and some aren't sure, but regardless, it's a beautiful story and nice to think about at Christmas. I felt like mother of the year.
When I was finally finished (he sat attentively during my whole spiel), he asked, "Mamma, do we have any hay?" I was a bit startled, and said I might be able to find something that looked like hay. Why?
My son: "Jesus is hungry."
He didn't believe a word of it.
