On the sweetness of Mormon life.

You are visiting a ward. As is your custom, you have your little boy sit on your lap as the sacrament is served. As is your custom, you keep his attention with child-like questions and answers. “Whom is the bread for?” “Me and daddy.” “Who gave us the bread?” “Jesus.”

You think of a new question. “I am your daddy. You are my son. Who is Jesus’ daddy? Whose son is Jesus?” “Doan know.”

“Jesus is God’s son.” “Nooo! [laughs] Nooo!”

You remember how shocking the doctrine of the Christ is.