So I’ve been trying to find the time to catch up on my blogging but as you can see my efforts have been in vain. So I’ve decided that before my bad memory gets the best of me I better record a few choice memories:
Lincoln (1 week before Christmas): ”Mom, I think I’m on the naughty list.”
Mom: “Why do you say that honey?”
Lincoln: “Well I’ve been making bad choices.”
Mom: “Well, Lincoln have you repented?”
Lincoln (in an anguished voice): “Yes, but I don’t think Santa’s a Mormon!”
(I assured him that even though I wasn’t sure of Santa’s religious affiliations, I am sure he believes in the concept of redemption.)
Rulon (following a FHE discussion about the Holy Ghost): ”Mom….(head cocked to side and looking up at the sky), Jesus is talking to me.”
Mom: “Oh really…(slightly bewildered and wondering what prophetic news is about to be bestowed by 5-year-old son)..?
Rulon: ”He says I need to hit Ellis.”
Mom: ”No, Rulon, Jesus does not tell you to hit your sister!”
Rulon (later that night at dinner): ”Mom, (head cocked to side and looking up again) Jesus is talking to me…”
Mom: (this time on my guard)”Yes…?”
Rulon: ”He says I don’t have to eat my carrots..”
Mom: ”(sigh), Rulon, Jesus didn’t say that, Jesus likes carrots.”
I think we need to have a review session for our next Family Home Evening…
