For your viewing pleasure

In advance, I apologise for the choppiness of my filming and the resulting mini films. Our home movies are made with a humble Kodak digital camera which requires me to keep my arm raised and my finger firmly on the button. The result: my arm begins to shake and my finger locks so that it acquires a mind of its own that sometimes refuses to follow its owner's advice. One more excuse: I brought an almost-three-year-old with me who, upon his first time entering the kindergarten room, was overcome with the sheer volume of toys, particularly the toy kitchen. Thus, as my filming began, so did this preschooler's interest in banging toy pots and pans while rocking madly in the plastic rocker. After I had successfully reined him in, he then decided that the perfect revenge was to add to the woes of my right arm by hanging on it and whining loudly when disciplined to let go. Little Ben certainly has his own bag of tricks. Despite the mentioned setbacks, the play went off without a hitch (at least for a play performed solely by people under the age of seven).
I don't think that Jacob knew that I was filming as he is waiting in anticipation of the flash with his picture smile.
You will notice that Jacob has somehow acquired a mafioso-style of speech: "In the name of the Fadder, and of de Son and of de Holy Spirit." I, as his mudder, am endeared.
The little boy in constant motion in the sweater vest is Jacob's closest friend. Hannah is on one end of the blanket and, her brother tells me, she was chosen for her role as she understood the intricacies of Miss P's nods. Interestingly, the boy playing Jesus was chosen for his remarkable ability to stay still! I apologise for my voice-over at the end of the clip as I had to attempt to lure Ben back from cooking.
Highlights: Jacob rewrites the Stations of the Cross as Jesus falls for the seventh .... ooops, second time at the Seventh Station. Shortly after the 4-minute mark, I winked at our little narrator; he makes a concerted attempt to return the gesture. And, what play would be complete without the inevitable chirp of a cell phone. No, not mine; ours is long dead as the recharging cord went missing in our move.
I apologise for the hasty end but some more Benjamin admonition was required; also, my finger began its great rebellion from which it only recovered in time for the bunny songs, phew. Enjoy.