Gospel according to Eli

My scriptures were sitting on our bed the other day as Eli climbed up, and I was about to move them out of his way when he told me,"No, Mom, I want to read scriptures." I was getting all ready to help him read when he gave me the stiff arm. Apparently I was not needed. He leaned back against a pillow, opened my quad and "read" the following scriptures to us (with a very serious expression on his face):

"Jesus gave Jesus Christ a big hug."

"Then Moroni gave him a big pat on the back."

"And the 'Way-manites' were bad."

Snap! He closed the scriptures and walked away.

There you have it, folks. The gospel in a nutshell. Give hugs, pat people on the back, and don't be bad like the Lamanites. It's funny to think that this is what my middle child has been getting out of family scriptures for the almost three years of his life.

As challenging and stubborn as Eli can be, his free-spirited personality does provide some very good entertainment. I honestly don't know where he comes up with some of this stuff.

Who needs Mr. Potato Head when you have your own head to decorate with all those little Potato Head pieces? Why wear socks on your feet when you could wear them on your hands? Sadly this is not an isolated incident, either. He quite regularly has sock hands, sometimes grabbing them from the drawer but more often grabbing Bennett's dirty ones from off the floor.

We don't know where he gets it. . .