On the sweetness of Mormon life.
Protecting food storage from bad people has been a recent theme around here, whether through AK-47s or through neighborliness. Along those lines, I’m posting a message that one of my sisters sent to the family.
One of my favorite funny things from the children was hearing Adam explain the need to food storage to Rosie [the middle child]. I’m not sure if I already put it on the family website or not. It goes like this:
Adam: Where do we get our food from?
Long pause. Finally Emma [the older child] ventures a guess (well trained by her grandma): Walmart?
Rosie, instantly convinced that if Emma says it it must be right, and also not wanting to show ignorance, immediately yells: Walmart!
Adam: True, true. Put where would we get our food if Walmart closed its doors?
Rosie: We would open the doors and get all of the food.
Adam: Yes, looting is a recognized expedient during times of financial unrest and collapse, but what if other people had already taken all the food?
Rosie: We would make the bad people sit in a corner and get all the food.
At this point, Adam decided (wisely I think) to change teaching tactics.