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).