Me: Dillon, there's President Monson. Say President Monson.
Dillon: President Monson.
Me: Good. President Monson is the prophet! Follow the prophet [referencing the song he sings in nursery at church].
Dillon: Yes. Follow the Prophet!
President Monson: ...One morning, Danny and I decided we wanted to have a campfire that evening...We just needed to clear an area in a nearby field where we could all gather the June grass which covered the field which had become dry and prickly, making the field unsuitable for our purposes...We pulled and tugged with all our might but could only get small handfuls of the stubborn weeds. We knew this task would take all day and already our energy and enthusiasm were waning. And then what I thought was a perfect solution came into my eight year old mind. I said to Danny, "All we need do is to set these weeds on fire. We'll just burn a circle in the weeds." He readily agreed.
Dillon: Follow the prophet.
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Love it! Tell Dillon to keeping following the prophet. President Monson did't turn out to bad.
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