For Christmas my mom got all the grandkids a copy of The Book of Mormon with their name on it. And since she didn’t want Leta or Marlo to feel left out, they got one, too. This doesn’t bother me, and I’ve said this before, if either one of my kids wants to go to church I will drive them there myself, whatever church it is. Leta doesn’t really like going to church when she stays with my mom, but she loves the singing part. And this morning she picked up Marlo’s copy of The Book of Mormon, pretended it was a hymnal, and started belting out HALLELUJAH! It was awesome.