Last year at the primary program, Asher was able to help write his talk. It said something like 'I am thankful for__________' and he had to fill in the blank.  Well, Asher loves watermelon, so that's what he put!  Our poor primary presidency!  But, they had told him he could do it, so it stayed.  He practiced and practiced and got it just right.  When he gave his talk, of course everyone giggled.  I think that moment flipped a switch somewhere inside his little brain, and in that moment, a monster was born ;)

Fast forward to this year.  Same kind of thing as last year only the first part was 'I can keep the commandments by_________.'  They tried to guide the children I think, but Asher, remembering last year, but still trying to be good finished it with 'eating good food.'  Pretty good right?!  So we practiced.  And practiced.  But he has a memory.  A great memory, and so do his siblings.  I overheard one of them saying something like, "Say watermelon!  Say watermelon!"  You see where this is going.

Fast forward to today.  On the way to church, in a last minute attempt to sway his devious plan, I tried to compromise.

"Asher, you just need to say your talk.  Say, 'I can keep the commandments by eating good things like watermelon.'  You just have to say what your talk says, okay?"  Probably a mistake.

Anyways, so his class gets up to deliver their talks...he was last.  Right when I saw him scanning the crowd, he got the biggest, most mischievous smile (see above) you can imagine, and I knew exactly what he was planning to do.  My friend who watched it unfold today later compared it to that moment in the Sandlot when Squints, after being kicked out of the pool for kissing the lifeguard said, "Been planning it for years!"

He looked over at his teacher, who was trying to prompt him, and smiled an enormous huge smile, and in a loud confident voice, said into the microphone,