If I have the opportunity to feed my children without actually preparing the meal myself, I’ll take it. So when our ward campout came last Friday night I was as excited as the kids. We have a wonderful new stake campground only four blocks from our home, so the temptation to sleep in my own bed was tremendous. But it was a beautiful day for a campout and my husband even convinced me to sleep outdoors with the rest of the family.
The food was great as always. The young women did a short program and the primary had games for the children. We sat around the campfire and were entertained by the scouts. My favorite part of the program was my Somalian neighbor telling us a story in Somali. Of course none of us understood a word he was saying, so three other men in the ward (including my husband) interpreted the story for us. It was something about pink elephants in tutus chasing a Zebra. I wished I could understand the story because the storyteller used such expressive body language and inflections in his speech, I knew I must be missing something.