FHE as it should be

For Family Home Evening last week, Sir William taught a lesson on prayer. As he spoke, our downy little chicks sat quietly on the sofa and took notes. That's right my friends, what every mother wants: no fighting, no arguing, no complaining, no heavy sighing, no flopping around on the floor or begging for it to be over – just Lady May feverishly scribbling words in a notebook and The Squire click, click, clicking away on his iPod. I would like to say this is standard operating procedure here on Monday nights, but alas, I cannot. Until recently, Family Home Evening has been a rare occurrence at our house. It has taken our family longer than average to get our house in order, so to speak.

Regular family prayer = 9 years.
Consistent scripture study = 13 years.
Keeping the TV off on Sundays = won't happen in a million years.

(Bishop, if you're reading this, feel free to release us from our callings immediately! More righteous referrals for our replacements will be hap-hap-happily provided.)

Given our history, I figure the kids thought they'd better keep good notes because FHE may not be held again for a very long, long time. Here is a sampling of what they learned:

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As you can see, their interpretation of Exodus 20:3-5 is: Don't pray to carrots.

(Again Bishop, if you're reading this...)

As we wrapped up the evening, I could almost hear angels spreading mortar on the bricks for our mansion in heaven when Sir William felt it important to suggest the children pray at all times, but especially when mom is driving.

And now it is official. There will absolutely be Family Home Evening next week.

The topic?
Ephesians 5:25

Someone better be taking notes.