But then my daughter was disappointed every time there was a non-apostle speaker. So I doubled the amount of containers. Then she was disappointed when President Monson got up to speak more than once. So I made three for President Monson. Then she was disappointed at the audit report. So I bought bags of candy to make up the difference. Then I had another daughter, and they fought over the prizes. So I made another set. Then I had another daughter. And another.
Everyone always talks about the commercialization of Christmas, but I think it's possible that I have successfully commercialized General Conference. If my kids don't have a new toy or treat every twenty minutes for all eight hours of conference, you would think that the world is ending in blood and terror. Ziplock containers pasted with smiling pictures of David A. Bednar and Dieter F. Uchtdorf are constantly cycling through my dishwasher. The girls spend the time between speakers protecting their hoard.
Maybe this year I'll just sit and listen.
Anyway, here's a picture of President Monson for my friend Britta --she's putting together a General Conference packet for October, you should check it out.
