When Joseph was a baby, I had visions of dressing him up in adorable - and original - costumes. With his red hair, I came up with all sorts of ideas...
For his first Halloween, I pored over costume website, looking for all that was cute and adorable. Each idea was vetoed by the Father. Finally, irritated, I threw up my hands and said, "Fine! You pick!"
So he did.
And Joseph was a goat.
Which, because it was Halloween, threw me.
But not my husband, the guy who knows next to nothing of Biblical symbology.
I giggled about it the whole night.
And yes, that's a beard on his chinny chin chin.
6 hours ago