Dove

Nathan was the dove in his school nativity this year. Well, one of two doves. He sang a little duet as a verse in The Friendly Beasts.

I, said the dove from rafters high,
I cooed him to sleep that he should not cry.
I cooed him to sleep, my mate and I.
I, said the dove from rafters high.

I'm not sure who chose him to sing a duet (he's not much with the confidence in front of a crowd, or with the pitch-matching either), but he did great. Remembered all his words, and sang loud and clear.

And the nativity story has never been more sweetly told than with the help of a five-year-old dove wearing glasses.

(Yes, I cried. Obviously.)

And in case it couldn't get any cuter, he colored this picture of a dove (we now live in a world where coloring books are printed at home according to by-request googling):

He had to add the headband on himself. I mean a dove can't be without his headband. Duh mommy.