Ken Hawkins from Bossier City, Louisiana, writes: “When I was young I had a very bad memory. My brother once suggested that my memory was so bad that I could hide my own Easter eggs!” Come laugh with us.
While serving as executive secretary, one of my duties was to file and/or shred confidential documents. While leaning over the shredder to run some papers through, I suddenly found myself being pulled downward in a deadly stranglehold. The jaws of the shredder had seized my tie! It happened so suddenly that I couldn't even think to hit the off switch. My life was saved by my flailing arms, which yanked the power cord out of the wall. I was so surprised by the whole event that I stood up and walked out into the foyer—shredder still attached to tie—where the brethren filled our reverent sanctuary with a long, hearty laugh. No harm done, except to my pride … and tie.
Tonight at dinner, we asked our girls to tell us about their lessons at church. Eleven-year-old Kayla said hers was about Abraham, and my husband, trying to get her to expand on that, asked, “And who was Abraham?” Four-year-old Karli immediately responded: “LINCOLN!”
Green River, Wyoming
Some years ago, my brother-in-law and his 4-year-old son were riding a motorcycle to visit family when they were involved in a serious head-on collision. A lady living nearby came to their aid and was checking on the little boy and relieved to find that he was not hurt. She asked him, "Are you LDS?" To which he replied, "Uh, no … I'm a Sunbeam!"
Like Mother, Like Daughter
The other day, my 5-year-old daughter read The Cat in the Hat on her own from cover to cover. Afterwords, she came to me and said somberly: “Mom, I have a problem.” I asked her what it was and she replied, “Once I start reading, I can’t stop.” I laughed and said: “I don’t know what to tell you, dear. I have the same problem!”
When I was young I had a very bad memory. My brother once suggested that my memory was so bad that I could hide my own Easter eggs!
Bossier City, Louisiana
On the Hunt
My husband and 3-year-old son recently took a weekend trip together. Before they left, they were talking about things they might do. My husband mentioned that he was going to go hunting with his dad. Our 3-year-old asked: “Are you going hunting for Easter eggs?”