They Just Keep Me Chuckling. . .

Lately our kids have been going to church in stages--when they're ready, they go (unless they must be accompanied by an older person). At least some of them get to 9:00 A.M. Primary on time that way! This past weekend, Ashley left second-to-last, then Justin left last with Emily. Justin joked that he and Emily were going to beat Ashley to church, and Emily turned to him and said, "Daddy, this is not a race. There are no racing cars and no winning flags."

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After church, Christopher was reading an older edition of the Friend to Emily. He turned to an article by Gordon B. Hinckley, and said, in an affectionate voice, "It's Gordon B. Hinckley!" Emily immediately replied, "He's out of this world!" (To top off that little gem, Christopher replied in a very matter-of-fact voice, "He's dead, and now we have another prophet.")

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My mom and dad took Ashley for a little shopping trip for her birthday. When I was growing up, one of my dad's favorite things to say as we pulled out of our driveway to go anywhere was "We're off like a herd of turtles!" He still says this when we're around (I'll have to ask my mom if he says it when they're alone. Come to think of it, I say it sometimes too. . .). Well, as they pulled away from our curb with Ashley in the backseat, like clockwork, my dad exclaimed, "We're off like a herd of turtles!" Ashley replied, "Grandpa, you are entirely too predictable!"