Pass the Plate

On the sweetness of Mormon life.

Your younger kids offer you a magazine they made.  “Thanks!” you say.  “That’ll be a dollar,” they reply.

Your wife calls the sister missionaries to find out what time they want to eat on Thursday.  After they are done eating, they tell us that we had the day wrong.  Our appointment isn’t until next week.  “See you then,” they chirp.

You pass out writing assignments for Sunday School and so you also pass around a small tub with pens in it.  When it comes back to you, a couple of jokers have tossed in some dollar bills.