Today Erica and I went to the Harlem chapel to watch the morning session of Conference. Just as the session was coming to an end I had the following conversation with an 8 year old that was sitting with us (as he does every Sunday).
8yr old: You got a sister?
Me: Yes
8yr old: You got a brother?
Me: Yes
...8yr old continued to ask me about cousins, uncles, aunts and any other type of relative he could think of...
8yr old: You got a wife?
Me: Yes, you know that. Erica is sitting next to you.
8yr old: You got a ex-wife?
Me: [trying not to laugh] No.
8yr old: You got a girlfriend?
Me: No, I have a wife. When you have a wife your are not supposed to have a girlfriend.
8yr old: Yes you can.
Me: No you can't.
8yr old: I got one.
Me: What's her name
8yr old: Her name Beyonce.
A few minutes later he was playing with Erica's hair as he says.
"You really should go get your hair done by the Africans."
I hope this 8yr old continues to sit with us.