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Mirthright
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“Mirthright,” Ensign, July 1974, 64

Mirthright

During a monthly personal interview with my three-year-old son, David, I asked him what I could do to make him happy. His prompt and delightful reply, “Tickle me!”

Robert F. Bohn
Provo, Utah

At breakfast one morning, my nine-year-old daughter, Jacqueline, ate only one slice of toast. Concerned that she had not eaten enough, I asked if it had filled her up. After a moment’s hesitation she thoughtfully answered, “Yes, it had a lot of love in it.”

Mrs. William H. Bennett
Bountiful Utah

My mother was very excited when she received an invitation to a baby shower being held for my sister who lives in Utah. Although Mother was unable to attend, she told me about the shower with great enthusiasm. “The shower is being given by the Relief Society vice president,” she said.

“But, Mother, the Relief Society doesn’t have a vice president.”

“Then why does the invitation say RSVP?”

Joyce Pugh
Lynden, Washington

One Sunday afternoon, following our children’s advancement to new Sunday School classes, my five-year-old daughter asked who my new teacher was. Since I am the Junior Sunday School coordinator, I told her I didn’t have a teacher. In her amazement she asked, “You mean you know everything?”

Louise E. Allsop
Santa Rosa, California

Seven-year-old Milo was thrilled to be reading the Book of Mormon. As he started out with, “I, Nephi, being born of goodly parents …” his father corrected him, “Having been born of goodly parents.”

“Yes,” grinned Milo, “and badly brothers.”

F. Granger Johnson
Mesa, Arizona

Minutes before a Primary president was due to leave for an officers’ and teachers’ meeting she learned that her babysitter couldn’t come. Hurriedly she telephoned her husband who was visiting his parents, but inadvertently she dialed the number of the Primary secretary. The telephone was answered by the secretary’s four-year-old daughter who said, “No, this isn’t the Malgrums’, but if you call the pink house with the orange truck outside and a little white dollhouse in back, that’s the Malgrums’.” Then she hung up.

Mrs. Geoege G. Wollaston
Salt Lake City, Utah

When one of our sons, Mark, was about four, he asked us about the devil; we attempted to explain that neither he nor his followers had bodies, but were only spirits. After thinking about it he said, “They have insides but no outsides.”

Earl and Claire Elmont
Gunnison, Utah

One afternoon I asked my five-year-old daughter to find a coloring book or something else to amuse herself while I went visiting teaching. “I know what ‘amuse’ means,” she said after some thought. “It’s something to keep me under control when I would rather be doing something else.”

Verna Calvet
Winfield, British Columbia, Canada

As we returned home from an inspiring sacrament meeting, it seemed that five-year-old Eric had gained a great insight into love. He said, “I love everybody!”

Mother: “That’s good. It takes a very special person to love everybody.”

Eric: “Jesus says for you to love your friends.”

Mother: “He says for you to love everyone.”

Eric: “Well—he says to love your friends.”

Mother: “He says to love your enemies, too.”

Eric: “What enemies?”

James Ray Smith
Texarkana, Arkansas

Our four-year-old son and I often played a little game of who loved whom the most. One day the game got under way when I said:

“I love you the most.”

“No, I love you the most.”

“Oh no, I love you the most.”

He then put his hand over my mouth and said, “Okay, okay. Listen, we share loving.”

Mrs. Carolyn Gibson
Bloomfield Hills, Michigan

A newly returned missionary, who was wearing a bright blue shirt, was asked to speak to a Young Adult group. He began by saying, “If I seem a little nervous, it’s because I’m not used to colored shirts.”

Melinda E. Roles
Lakewood, California