Here is an old story from 2001 when Elder was four years old…
The other night, I was saying prayers with Elder — a special prayer asking God for Elder to have good dreams. I had just finished when Elder tacked on, “And help so-and-so be a better person.”
So, I quickly added, “And help Elder be a better person, too.”
“No,” he rebuked. “No. I’m already a better person.”
“But, Elder, we can all be better people. Mommy can be a better person. Daddy can be a better person. And you can be a better person.”
“No,” he denied. “See, I was born a special baby, and I’ve already figured out how to be nice. So, I don’t have to be a better person.”
Having no luck in convincing the child that he could stand some improvement, I ended the prayer and told him to go to sleep. Four years old and already perfect, where did the rest of us go so wrong?
Actually, now that I consider it, I’m nigh on perfect myself, so I guess my real question is…
Where did you all go so wrong?