Mercy has an Aladdin doll that is the size of a Barbie and is jointed and she loves to put him in different positions and pretend that he is everyone from Peter Pan to Hakim (some minor character in a Jasmine movie she saw). Lately, though, Aladdin has been God. And her little Eric (the prince in Little Mermaid) figurine from one of the many different Disney princess doll sets she has been given is Jesus. If you ask her why Eric is Jesus, she will tell you that it is because he has black hair: like God.
Yesterday Mercy came over to my desk where I was working: “Mommy, will you play with me?”
“Sure, baby.” I answered.
“You be God and I will be Jesus,” she said, handing me Aladdin.
“Okay,” I said, turning toward her and holding up the big naked Barbie man.
“When the whole bible is over, you are going to come with me,” the little Disney Jesus said.
“Where are we going to go?” The Barbie God asked.
“We are going to go through the whole world and take away all the people who are old.”
“Where are we going to take them?”
“We are going to bring them to your home.”