A few things I wouldn't want to forget.

William came home from school the other day and told me that his teachers dog ate his homework. He got an A on what was left of his Mesopotamia report. He deserved an A on that report. Even though he left it until last minute, he worked hard on it and it was good when he was done. Now some of his other homework, I would expect the teacher to feed to the dog.

Here is the paper when he brought it home.

Geral and I drove a friend to the store yesterday. Geral didn't want to go but since she is not old enough to stay home alone, she had to come. To appease her feelings, I told her to think of something we needed for our house and we could pick it up while we were there. When we walked in she saw a huge display of Cheetos and decided that was what we needed. I handed her a five from my wallet so that she could purchase them. She was so delighted with the money. She danced and twirled and tucked it into her pocket. When the cashier gave her change, she tucked that into her pocket too. I asked her if she thought she should return the change to me. "But I don't have any ones in my piggy bank," was the answer. She held on tight to that money and tucked it into her bank as soon as she got home. I think I need to find her some jobs to do to earn some of her own pocket money.

And speaking of Geral and pocket money. She collected money out of her piggy bank the other day (not the dollar) and convinced her dad to spend part of his lunch break taking her to the gas station to buy a slushee. She was so pleased with herself to spend her own money on something she wanted, when she wanted it.

And finally, for Family Home Evening on Monday, Rachel gave a nice lesson on reverence based on a sharing time lesson they had at Primary. She asked the family to share stories of a time that they felt reverence. The kids were reticent about sharing until William piped up. "You know, when I sit quietly at church and listen, I get an excited feeling inside of me." My William said that, the boy whose church shirt makes him feel sick, and who proclaims dislike for everything church related. Busted! I am so grateful for the blessing of the gift of the Holy Ghost that can make my boy feel excited about church and for opportunities to talk about those feelings and help him realize that he is developing a testimony. I am grateful he has a soft enough heart that he can recognize those feelings and relate them to our lessons.