The children are learning the song Latter-day Prophets in Primary, and quite enjoying it.  Sunday G came home and with great pride told us that he was so happy his name is G because there is a prophet named Heber J. G.  And to make sure we all understood the import of this fact, he then remarked to his brother, “There’s no Heber J. Z.”!

Pieces of April, with Kate Holmes as the lead character, April.  It’s not a terrible show, it just wasn’t what it was advertised to be (certainly not “wickedly funny” – sorry Newsweek!).  We read the Netflix blurb and anticipated a comedy of errors involving in-laws, not unlike Meet the Parents.  What the film synopsis leaves is out the fact that April was a rebellious teen and everyone in the family hates her for the pain she caused them as an adolescent.  To boot, April’s Mom has cancer, and on the way to April’s apartment for the infamous Thanksgiving dinner (which she only goes to because she believes it will probably be their last Thanksgiving together) has to pull over and vomit many times.  And, of course, April’s boyfriend is African American, and gets beat up by April’s ex-boyfriend-gang-member-druggie.  So it has this whole urban under-theme to it.  Like I said, not a bad movie, just not even close to a comedy, romantic or otherwise.  I would call it a drama that permits an occasional chuckle.

Tom tried the new FrontRunner train this week.  It took, um, 1 hour and 40 minutes to get to work — but hey, the first 25 minutes were on the brand new train, then a 10 minute wait for light rail, then just over an hour riding the light rail from downtown to the park-n-ride in Sandy, where Tom’s brother was gracious enough to pick him up and cart him to the office.  We told the kids all about Dad’s adventure, with Dad expressing how happy he feels when he rides mass transit (weird, we know, but completely true).  After listening excitedly to the tale, Z earnestly inquired, “Dad, did you get the hot chocolate?”

Sadly, a few days later at dinner when Z was asked to share something that he had learned that day, he shared, “You only get hot chocolate on the train if it’s the Polar Express.”  Poor little guy.  Should we tell him about the Easter Bunny, too?