Me to husband: “Stake conference this weekend.”
Eight-year-old: “Can we get jelly beans? Please?”
Me: “No, you’re thinking of General Conference. This is stake conference. No jelly beans. Just the hard seats of doom.”
Eight-year-old: “Why hard seats? Why not good seats?”
Husband: “Because those . . . people . . . in the choir come early and save all the good seats for their families.”
Eight-year-old: “Maybe with some lipstick and groaning . . . chicken pox? . . . and you wouldn’t have to go?”
How are you transmitting Mormon culture to the next generation? Discuss.