A few weeks ago at church AJ learned about Zachaeus in kids’ church, which is to say she glued him onto a paper tree and learned the song. She really liked it–especially the yelling “You come down!” part.
One evening soon thereafter I took her to the store with me (which I am thankful to have to do less often nowadays) so she could “help” and I could look like I was talking to someone rather than mumbling crazily to myself about what I was forgetting and how gross the tomatoes look and how coffee is never on sale anymore. I noticed the tortillas right in front of me just as I remembered we needed them and exclaimed victoriously, “Tortillas!”
And AJ began to sing:
Tortillas was a wee little man
A wee little man was he . . .
Tortillas, Zacchaeus . . . they do sound rather alike.