Showing posts with label patriarch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label patriarch. Show all posts

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Well, if the Patriarch Says . . .

Ian told us at dinner that he had a blank stare at the end of his class in priesthood. The young men's president asked him if he was deep in thought and he said, "Not really." He then asked if he was thinking about the Eagles game that was going on and he admitted that he was. Ian then backed up his response with, "My grandfather says that the sabbath ends at 4 (eastern time) or when the Eagles game starts, and HE's a patriarch." Our Bishop made note. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing!

As we watched the game during dinner, and I screamed throughout, Ellie would say, "Geez, Mom. It's just a game." Ian responded, "It's the Eagles. It's okay." That's my boy, that's my boy.