Mirthright

As he read the announcements at church, the bishop mentioned that a film was missing from the stake library. He paused a moment and then said, “The name of the film is That Which Is Lost.”

ElDora Anderson
Magna, Utah

When our granddaughter was about 2 1/2 years old, she habitually got her shoes on the wrong feet when she dressed herself. When her parents pointed out her mistake, she would look very perplexed but go about her business. One day when she was again reminded that her shoes were on the wrong feet, she stretched out her hands and asked, exasperated, “What other feet do I got?”

Mr. and Mrs. Ray Munson
McGill, Nevada

Our branch has been working on the problem of irreverence lately. Just before priesthood meeting began one Sunday, the elders quorum president whispered to one of his counselors, “It’s like a morgue in here!”

The counselor retorted, “It’s not like a morgue—it’s reverence!”

C. Brent Metcalf
Minot AFB, North Dakota

My daughter Leslie, age 4 1/2, asked me one evening if she could have a “tiny little kitten” and held her tiny hands together to show the size kitten she wanted. Trying to discourage her, I said, “Little kittens are nice, honey, but remember that they grow up to be great big cats.”

Leslie replied, “That’s okay, Mom. When it grows up to be a great big cat we can give it to Deseret Industries.”

Richard and Sharyn Harder
Covina, California

As a lady missionary in western Canada, I was in a branch one Sunday where only one Melchizedek Priesthood holder was there to bless the sacrament. That night, as my companion and I were discussing the branch’s problems, I commented that if we held the priesthood we could be of more help.

“More help?!” she laughed. And as I thought about it, I laughed too. That morning we had arrived early at Sunday School so that we could clean and dust the rented building. We had taken the roll and minutes, given the prayer in prayer meeting, greeted the congregation at the door, led the singing, played the piano, given the sacrament gem and the talks, and taught the two classes!

Mrs. Shirley F. Berlin
Ogden, Utah

Shortly after the conclusion of April general conference, our two-year-old son, Michael, came to me singing this little song: “When you are in trouble and you don’t know what to do, give a little whistle, and always let your conference be your guide.”

Mrs. Carl Martin
West Bountiful, Utah

As one of the oldest in a large family, I was privileged to have a bedroom all my own while most of my brothers and sisters shared. When I finally got married and left the nest, my father quipped, “We aren’t losing a daughter—we’re gaining a bedroom!”

Becky Harding
American Fork, Utah

After a typically busy day of errands and compassionate service, my mother finally sat down to a bowl of soup at about nine o’clock in the evening. Leaning heavily upon the table she sighed, “I don’t know how they expect us to write a personal history. I don’t even have time to live one!”

Jolene Durrant
American Fork, Utah

Our three-year-old son recently asked me if he could have an ice cream cone. I sent him to his father, saying, “Daddy is the boss, and if he says we can have one, we can.”

But when he asked his father, he replied, “Go ask Mommy; I’m not the boss.”

So our son said, “Oh, yes, you are. Mommy said you’re the boss. And if she says you are, you are!”

Patricia Russell
Seattle, Washington