I like it when Facebook sends me memory notifications of updates I made on that particular date in the past. I rediscover some great things that have slipped from my mind. For instance this one, from my then five-years-old daughter:
Millie’s Nan was impressed at her first attempt to write the nativity story for school: ‘There was once a lady called Mary who had a baby boy. She named him Jesus because she didn’t like the name Jason’.
Makes perfect sense to me. I’m pretty certain that I named my boy Jordan because I didn’t like the name Elvis. (Not that there’s anything wrong with Elvis.)
I’m sure in school he would have been all shook up 🙂
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Haha! Now I’m imagining a world where millions worship an almighty Jason.
It certainly has a more happy-go-lucky vibe.
He had a thing going with Kylie of Magdalene.