Thursday, April 18, 2013


We were reading scriptures during breakfast this morning and Grandpa Blanchard was over. He and Beren were eating their Malt-O-Meal while I read aloud about a battle between the Nephites and Lamanites.
Mama: Beren, how did the way the Nephites prepared for battle help them win?
Beren: Huh? What do you mean?
Mama: Think about what they were wearing. What did the Nephites wear into battle?
Beren: Oh . . . shields, helmets, armor.
Mama: Right. And what did the Lamanites wear?
Beren: . . . . Weepee covers?
Grandpa laughed so hard at this euphenism for "loinclothes" he almost spit cereal across the room.
While riding a bike at Grandma and Grandpa Blanchard's, Beren confided to his Uncle Reid, "Sometimes when I ride this bike I imagine I'm riding a motorcyle and that it's liscensed in both Oregon and Washington."
PS:  Shortly thereafter we made his wish a reality.  Well, the licsence plate part.  Nine is a little young for a motorcycle.

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