Icons important to a 2-year-old

Yesterday I was counting some cash for a deposit for my dad. I wondered, in this day of credit and debit cards, if Eliza would recognize paper money that doesn’t come from Monopoly Jr. I held out a $50 bill and asked her “What’s this, Eliza?”

Eliza looked up from her toy and, without missing a beat, said, “Um, Jesus.”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or call and promptly enroll Eliza in Bible School. Besides having a beard, how does green Ulysses S. Grant look like Jesus? We have plenty of pictures around of Jesus looking much more friendly, colorful, and definitely more skinny than the honorable President Grant.

On the other hand, I was shocked the other day when Eliza identified Hannah Montana on one of the 3 million pieces of merchandise at Walmart that bear her face.

Where did I go wrong in my parenting? Do I just spend too much time at Walmart? And not enough time perusing the history section of the library, chatting with my children about the Civil War?

So much to do, and so little energy. This is the curse of pregnancy, is it not? And perhaps motherhood? Maybe just life in general.