Kids say the darndest things

For several years now, Amanda has told us that she is going to marry Brad, who is the son of Logan's best friend Clark. She has also informed us recently that she is going to be a surgeon (yes, that's right; a surgeon) and can only marry someone who is also going to be a surgeon. Yesterday, I watched Brad and his little sister Lori while Clark's wife Lisa attended a class. Logan gave a family home evening lesson on modest dress. He made the statement that dressing modestly helps us to make choices that will lead us to the temple -- and then showed a picture of the temple. At this point, Amanda became very excited, bouncing in her seat and saying, "Dad! Dad! I have something to say!" Once we were all listening, she said, "Brad wants to be a surgeon too!" She sort of had her eyebrows raised with the "you-know-exactly-how-significant-this-is" look on her face. Looking toward Brad, who had a total deer-in-the-headlights look on his face, I said, "Oh, is that right, Brad? Do you want to be a surgeon?" Amanda immediately whipped her head toward him and stared expectantly -- at which point he pasted a big grin on his face and emphatically nodded his head up and down. Amanda then turned back toward us, her expression one of complete satisfaction. Atta girl!

One more funny story that happened while they were here. Clark and Lisa were telling us how 2-year-old Lori refuses to say her own name. We were all attempting to get her to say it: "What's your name? Who are you?" etc. etc. Logan got right down on her level and, placing his index finger lightly on her chest, asked, "Who is this?" Lori looked down at her chest, then looked up smiling and said, "My boob!" Not exactly the response we were shooting for, but you gotta give the girl props for accuracy.