"Brooke, look here." I gesture to a small wooden nativity scene, and Brooke hunches down for a better view. "This is a manger scene showing where Jesus was born."
Brooke picks up the camel figurine in her small hand and closely inspects it. Within moments, she makes it gallop in front of the manger. Over the manger. On top of the manger. She clusters the wise men, engaging them in conversation about the donkey. Next, given her swift hands, a swaddled baby Jesus is running.
I have to draw the line somewhere. "Okay, Brooke, baby Jesus is just a baby. Babies can't run. Babies can't even crawl. They're just swaddled; they just lay there."
She glances up at me, her eyes wide. "Little babies can't run," I repeat, somehow thinking that this will induce her to reverently return Jesus to his manger.
Instead, her arm shoots into the air with Jesus clutched in her fingers. "Okay. I'll make him fly, then."
And that is how Baby Jesus the Action Figure was born.