Comments on: Emily and the Big Bad Bunyip http://www.babble.com.au/2008/09/25/emily-and-the-big-bad-bunyip/ The magazine for a new generation of parents Fri, 20 Nov 2009 18:25:12 +1100 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.6 hourly 1 By: Chelsea http://www.babble.com.au/2008/09/25/emily-and-the-big-bad-bunyip/comment-page-1/#comment-122 Chelsea Sat, 04 Oct 2008 10:49:28 +0000 http://www.babble.com.au/wp/?p=108#comment-122 My three-year-old comes up with original names for all her toys, so on Christmas night when she unwrapped a doll, complete with girls' clothes, we asked her what its name would be. Earlier that day, we had been at my devout mother in law's Christmas lunch, and she had read my daughter a Dick Bruna book telling the Christmas story. She told little miss about the baby who was born in a stable, and who did very wonderful things in the world. So naturally, after a moment's thought, my daughter named her doll "Jesus". She decided it was a very fitting name for such an important baby. Since then we've had several moments of hilarity - like "Mummy, have you found Jesus?" and "I love Jesus". One night we were driving home, thinking the girls were asleep, when we had to hit the brakes suddenly for a runaway cat. "Oh Jesus!" came the shriek from behind. Eventually we worked out (amid tears of laughter) that the sudden force had ejected the beloved baby Jesus out of her arms and onto the floor. I suppose it's safe to say that we love Jesus in this family. My three-year-old comes up with original names for all her toys, so on Christmas night when she unwrapped a doll, complete with girls’ clothes, we asked her what its name would be. Earlier that day, we had been at my devout mother in law’s Christmas lunch, and she had read my daughter a Dick Bruna book telling the Christmas story. She told little miss about the baby who was born in a stable, and who did very wonderful things in the world.

So naturally, after a moment’s thought, my daughter named her doll “Jesus”. She decided it was a very fitting name for such an important baby.

Since then we’ve had several moments of hilarity – like “Mummy, have you found Jesus?” and “I love Jesus”. One night we were driving home, thinking the girls were asleep, when we had to hit the brakes suddenly for a runaway cat. “Oh Jesus!” came the shriek from behind. Eventually we worked out (amid tears of laughter) that the sudden force had ejected the beloved baby Jesus out of her arms and onto the floor.

I suppose it’s safe to say that we love Jesus in this family.

]]> By: Charlie http://www.babble.com.au/2008/09/25/emily-and-the-big-bad-bunyip/comment-page-1/#comment-121 Charlie Wed, 01 Oct 2008 07:18:45 +0000 http://www.babble.com.au/wp/?p=108#comment-121 It was a sweltering Christmas morning and my family and I were on our way to visit grandparents in Orange, when our dinosaur of a commodore decided it could go no more. With a flowing river of fuel making it's way down the highway, Dad quickly realised a fuel leak had caused the beast to splutter and stop, and that we needed to unload the car, fast. And so, for the next 15 minutes, that's what mum and dad did. They ran back a forth between the car and a tree 50 metres away, carrying two miserable under 5 year olds and a car load of Santa pressies. By the time the NRMA arrived, it was mid afternoon and we had spent a glorious Christmas day, sitting on a moth-eaten picnic rug, on the side of the M4, well and truly bored of our new goodies and desperate for my Nan's famous fruitcake. It was a sweltering Christmas morning and my family and I were on our way to visit grandparents in Orange, when our dinosaur of a commodore decided it could go no more. With a flowing river of fuel making it’s way down the highway, Dad quickly realised a fuel leak had caused the beast to splutter and stop, and that we needed to unload the car, fast. And so, for the next 15 minutes, that’s what mum and dad did. They ran back a forth between the car and a tree 50 metres away, carrying two miserable under 5 year olds and a car load of Santa pressies. By the time the NRMA arrived, it was mid afternoon and we had spent a glorious Christmas day, sitting on a moth-eaten picnic rug, on the side of the M4, well and truly bored of our new goodies and desperate for my Nan’s famous fruitcake.

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