"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Today's moment goes to Isaiah during Sacrament Meeting. We were trying to have him be reverent during the prayers by closing his eyes. Loudly enough for the surrounding rows to hear, he quipped: Mom, do you know what I see when I close my eyes? I see blackness.

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