The other day I got a little carried away during morning scripture study with my small kids. I knew I had gone too far when my 2-year-old interrupted and asked: “Mommy, can it be the end’?” Come laugh with us.
Love Your Enemies … or Something Like That
Sunday morning we were reading in the Book of Mormon where Jesus introduces the New Law. When we read about needing to love our enemies, I asked 5-year-old Emily if she knew what an enemy was. She thought about it for a minute and then explained: "It's something that's under the sea with the fish." I surprisingly understood what she was saying and responded, "Oh, no that's an anemone!" Too much Little Mermaid, I think!
American Fork, Utah
A couple of Sundays ago I was just starting to style 3-year-old Ella's hair. I had finished brushing out the tangles and was about to go at it with the curling iron. Her dad stepped in the room and commented about how silky and smooth Ella’s hair was. She quickly responded: "Not for long!"
American Fork, Utah
A newly baptized member of the Church asked me what the name of the bishop was. “His name is Bishop Garrett,” I replied. He then asked: “Well, who is Bishop Rick?”
The Never-Ending Project
Long ago, we lived in a small town in Idaho with our five small children. We purchased a house that had been a stage coach stop for Salmon many years before. It needed a lot of work and ended up taking much longer than we expected to complete. At the time, our 3-year-old daughter was having a hard time attending the Sunbeam class on her own. Surprisingly, one Sunday she went in on her own and stayed the whole time. On the way home, we asked her to tell us what she had learned. She said the teacher taught them about heaven and how we would all be able to live together there some day. As we entered our home and faced the huge mess of our remodel, our daughter asked: “Mommy, will we still live in this house after we go to heaven?” I was trying to come up with a good answer to her question, but before I could respond, she said: “Oh well, it probably won’t be done by then anyway.”
Sherry Stokes Sayer
The Faith of a Child
My daughter told me about a conversation she recently had with her 2-year-old son. It began when she told her son that the cups he was holding were “upstairs cups” and asked him to bring them back upstairs. Milo argued that they were downstairs cups. My daughter asked, “If you get thirsty while you’re upstairs, what will you do?” Milo responded: “Heavenly Father will get them!”
Mountain Green, Utah
My niece, Karli, 6, is a great horseback rider. Her instructor told her that she would be able to compete in the next horse show, but the show turned out to be on a Sunday. My sister was trying to explain the importance of keeping the Lord’s Day holy and emphasized that on the Sabbath, we did the Lord’s work. She took out the scriptures and read about how the Lord worked six days to create the earth, and then rested on the seventh day. Karli looked at her and said, "So God's taking the day off and we have to do his work?"
It All Adds Up
My daughter, who is a busy mother of five, volunteered to canvas for the "March of Dimes." Her 10-year-old son, who sometimes complains because of his mother's absence in the home, said to her as she was going out to canvas the other evening: "You've got to stop this Dime Marching!"
Brampton, Ontario, Canada
Happily Ever After
The other day I got a little carried away during morning scripture study with my small kids. I knew I had gone too far when my 2-year-old interrupted and asked: “Mommy, can it be ‘the end’?”
Trish Manwaring is an assistant editor of Meridian Magazine.