A few weeks ago they were giggling about how we do not pray on top of towers with our arms outstretched to the heavens reciting the same prayer. That causes giggles whenever they think about it.
Once Pookie (who was maybe five years old and very upset about a discipline) told me to go to outer darkness. Admittedly it hurt, but secretly I was pleased that he was listening to the lesson in FHE the previous Monday.
Anyways, just recently we read Alma Chapter 36. It was one of those less-than-reverent gatherings. I had to stop repeatedly to ask children if they remember how to be reverent, remind them where their bums go, have them put away other books that aren't scripture, stay in the family room, etc. There was no question about it. Nothing was sinking in. Verse 18 ends with the phrase, "and am encircled about by the everlasting chains of death." Pookie interrupted, "Daddy, what is the cheese of death?"It's Family Home Evening night tonight. Go see this site if you need some ideas for your own. And may you be free from the cheese of death.