The Candlelight Processional at Epcot is really worth seeing. It’s an outdoor concert featuring an orchestra, the Disney singers, and a massed choir. There’s a narrator at the center of the whole thing telling the Christmas story. The narration is delivered a couple lines at a time, separated by Christmas music.

The only odd thing is that the narration of the Christmas story goes well beyond Christmas, doing a quick summary of Christ’s life.

This year, I was holding N when the narrator said “He was crucified and died…”

The little guy had been cuddling into my shoulder. When he heard this, he straightened up, looking at me wide eyed.

“Jesus died?!?” he whispered urgently.

He’s only two, and we haven’t gotten into that whole thing. In fact, I would have been okay with waiting another two years.

I looked at him blankly, trying to find something to say.

He put one hand on either side of my face and moved his face closer to mine to make sure I was listening. “Jesus Died?”

“Yes… but he got better.”

He looked at me suspiciously, and then nodded and put his head back on my shoulder.

Someone should do a compilation of lame answers given by unprepared dads. I’m sure it would sell millions of copies.