Sometimes I cry when I read the scriptures with my children. But mostly, they're tears of hilarity. In the early books of the Book of Mormon, I remember reading one night about the Whore of the Earth and damnation and being cast down to hell. Oh my. Without hearing it yourself, it's not as amusing, but Porter's little voice repeated innocently every phrase I offered him, without qualm or hesitation. I know we're supposed to read the scriptures with our families, but his little voice often makes me ponder, and chuckle.
But wait. It gets better.
Last night, we were reading the story of Abinadi and wicked King Noah. We each read a few verses of Abinadi's sermon, and then it was Porter's turn. As soon as I started reading, I saw it coming, but by then, there was no turning back.
Me: "Yea, and I will cause ..."
Me: "...that they shall have burdens..."
Me: "...lashed upon their backs;"
Me: "and they shall be driven before..."
Me: "like a dumb ass." [Greg and I are attempting to stifle our laughter, Greg less successful than I]
PJ: "like...a...dumb...ass? Um, Mom, what's a dumbass?