Upon arriving home from Easter service, L dove into the bounty the Easter bunny left and quickly proceeded to use his teeth to carve out the face of Baby Jesus into his Easter Whopper. (Apparently they had a review in Sunday School before diving into the story of the Resurrection.) At any rate, I present to you, Whopper Jesus. L was so proud of his creation, “See mom, his cute little face all wrapped in a blanket.” Well, it was short lived as Dream Crusher Daddy found Whopper Jesus on the floor aaaand failed to see it was clearly resting in the plastic egg manger. So as to avoid a Whopper of a carpet stain, daddy scooped up Whopper Jesus and tossed him in the trash. Moments later, L returned to find the scene of Christ’s birth had been wiped clean from the living room floor. “Baby Jesus! Where is my baby Jesus!? Dad, did you eat baby Jesus!” Alarmed and confused, Cs replied, “Pfft, Nooo, I threw him in the garba……uh, wait, what?” Tears welled in L’s eyes as C retrieved from the refuse the milk chocolate covered infant with the malty center crunch. With his voice shaking L took Whopper Jesus back into his loving care and lamented, “I can’t believe you threw away the Lord, Dad!”