The other day Austin picked up some living scriptures type videos at the DI. One of them was the Joseph Smith story. They've watched it probably a half dozen times already.
Evie told me today that she went upstairs and said a prayer and asked if our church was the right one. She was upset that no heavenly beings came to talk to her. I told her that they didn't need to come because mommy and daddy already take her to the right church.
She said, "My church is not bad!"
