because (in wes' mind)...it was obvious that chick hicks and mr. the king gave them a ride to bethlehem.
i found this scene in his room before lunch, and i left it alone so he could continue playing with it later in the afternoon. maybe i shouldn't have. later in the afternoon, wes starts screaming from upstairs...
wes: "mama!!! come help baby jesus! he's sick!"
me: "what's wrong with him?"
wes: "his head fell off!!"
and so it came to pass that we have one sick, little baby jesus at our house. maybe the cars have an ambulance friend they can call for help.