The Lamanites Were Mean

It was finally brought home to me how mean the Lamanites really were. Ben yesterday wanted some ice cream, but I told him he needed to wait until after dinner. Heg got a bit dramatic, as he is wont to do. He said, "Dad, you're treating me like a Lamanite!" I, somewhat incredulous, asked for clarification. "You know, when they were holding those guys in jail and didn't give them any food, that's how you're treating me!" We had read recently the story of Aaron who was held in prison in the land of Midian (I think that was it, somewhere in Lamanite land, anyway). I knew the Lamanites were mean, but refusing to give ice cream! I gave in right away at that point, of course (your sarcasm meter should have spiked on that last sentence).

Christmas Lists

We made our Christmas lists this week. Ben's has pictures of a transformer, a hula hoop, legos, star wars lego game, a toy phone, and a tie. Then me and Ben were going to help Neal with his list. Ben explained that you have to have a Christmas list because otherwise Santa won't know what to bring you and he'll just bring you whatever he wants. After some questioning, Neal's list has the following: snakes, numbers, scissors, and space. After "scissors," Ben said: "Neal, you're not picking very fun things." Then after "space," Ben says: "Well, ok, but if you get space for Christmas it will destroy the earth." (Ben was the scribe, by the way.) I'm not sure Neal really understands the purpose of making a Christmas list.