A new neighbor’s five-year-old son dropped in to visit me. He picked up a copy of the Ensign and riffled through it once, then again, a puzzled look on his face. When I asked what was wrong, he complained, “This magazine isn’t like the ones my Mom gets. There aren’t any commercials.”
Iris Syndergaard Kaysville, Utah
My three-year-old daughter BriAnne asked me which day of the week she was born on. When I told her Tuesday, she asked, “Did everyone else go to Relief Society?”
Mrs. Jean B. Larsen Provo, Utah
While talking to our four-year-old daughter about the importance of temple marriage, she announced that she was going to marry her brother, Doug. After telling her that people don’t marry members of their own family, she reminded me that I married Dad.
Connie Robinson Provo, Utah
During a family council my husband was calling the family to repentance in rather firm tones because of laxness in keeping family rules. Attention had been insisted upon. Our nine-year-old son Jeff casually and quite innocently rested his head on his hand, covering an ear. My husband suggested that the hand be removed so that both ears might be available to hear instructions clearly. The seriousness of the situation was shattered when our 13-year-old son came to Jeff’s defense with the suggestion that the hand was covering one ear in order to keep the information from going in one ear and out the other.
Mrs. W. James Ballantyne Bountiful, Utah
As we were preparing to kneel by our living room couch for family prayer before retiring, we invited our young son’s guest to join us. After the prayer was over, Michael, our eight-year-old son, asked his friend if their family of six had family prayer. Hesitantly, he said, “No, I don’t think we do.” Very seriously, Michael suggested, “Oh, I guess your couch isn’t long enough, is it?”
Carolyn Farrell Ogden, Utah
Our class had been assigned to say the opening prayers for the entire month in our Primary opening exercises. Several girls were enthusiastic about the prospect, and so I chose one for each of the four weeks. Reverently the first little girl walked to the front of the chapel, gave the prayer, and closed it with these words: “… and please bless that our teachers will have repaired their lessons. In the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.”
Margaret I. Jenson Kamas, Utah
When the Junior Sunday School chorister announced that it was “choose and sing time,” Johnny, my younger brother, raised his hand and asked if they could sing the song about the doggy in the sky. After questioning him, she realized he wanted to sing, “Up, up (a pup) in the sky, where the little birds fly. …”
Fran Brower Granger, Utah