"The prophets on TV."
That's what we called General Conference all weekend.
There is something refreshing about taking everything down to a toddler's level.
Every time Carly saw President Monson, she would point and yell,
"There's President Monson! Do you see?! Its President Monson?!"
I tried to play a game where you put a piece of candy on a picture of each apostle, and when they talk you get to eat the candy. It lasted all of five minutes. Carly kept eating the candies when I wasn't looking. I would replace them, then she'd eat more. The girl was on a sugar high in no time.
But Conference was wonderful, as usual.
The parts I heard, anyway.
I'm feeling a little extra grateful for the Conference edition of the Ensign this time around.
That is how it goes sometimes.
But if you're going to have something make it hard to watch Conference,
three beautiful kids is the way to go.
xoxo.
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