We’re staying in Salt Lake, in a hotel, right now. The reason for this, you see, is I am working a job that is in crunch right now, and I have to be close to our graphic designer’s office, to do proofs and other things. And then there is Dancing Daughter, who is performing with Ballet West’s The Nutcracker. With the yucky weather, and all the above things combined, a hotel room seemed the best plan.
Plus the girls think it’s great fun.
So tonight, as DD was dozing off, she said, “I think I’ll take seminary next year.” Now, this child has informed me, MORE THAN ONCE, that she knows that even IF I had been a believing Mormon, and raised her to think it is the ONLY TRUE THING, like my parents did, she still wouldn’t believe. I know, I know, she’s obviously my daughter. But seminary?
“Because it’s an easy credit.”
“It’s not a credit. You don’t get anything except bored.”
Well, fine, there goes that plan down the drain….