This morning, I was awoken by this three-year-old wearing Mario pajamas:
At general conference time, we have a family tradition of gathering together at the parents' house to eat breakfast, and then we watch the Sunday morning session together. Since Jackson was over visiting, he made sure I was up in time to eat . . . and to play video games with him.
"When it's time to get up, you gotta get up," he told me. That's sage advice. He learned it in just under four years, while it's taken me more than 30 years to grasp the concept. And I'm not quite there yet.
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