I haven't written in a while. I've been anti-blog, quite honestly. Still, there are moments that need to be recorded and shared. I had one of those moments today.
I am friends with a woman who attends church when she can and brings her kindergarten age daughter with her. Today she and her daughter attended, which made me SO happy, and we nestled her daughter in with our children because she and our kindergartener, Jacob, have become good friends. We have a rule in our family that games and snacks don't come out of mom's "primary bag" until after the sacrament. So, Jacob decided to give his little friend a running commentary on everything that was going on around us (since he had nothing else to do). It went something like this:
"Now we're taking the sacrament. First we eat bread, and that signifies (yeah, he really used that word) the body of Christ and helps us remember him. Then we drink the water to signify his blood."
I was very impressed, and starting to feel like a good parent at this point. But...
"The bread just tastes like bread today." (huh?)
Then, after the sacrament ends, Jacob's explanations of church continue:
"Do you know what the name of our church is? It's the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints." (mom is beaming again) "And guess what! My mom is the PRESIDENT!!"
OK, so we need to have a family home evening on the prophet. Got it.
