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So it's time to tell a story with climactic drama, for Gabe's sake.

Yesterday I was with my mom. She told me a great one, so I'll borrow, since I have very little to tell these days except the latest fiasco writing a newspaper article.

My nephew Corbin, who will be 5 in 20 days (as he'll remind you), was in the Primary program on Sunday. He had a line to recite and Grandma, since she was with me at my cousin's farewell, could not go watch him. She decided to call and have him rehearse it to her. He did, mumbling and speeding through it.

Well, that wouldn't do for Grandma.

So she reminded him that when he said his line in Sacrament meeting he needed to say it nice and loud so everyone could hear it. He responded that he didn't really understand it, and tried to tell Grandma what his teacher had said it meant--obviously the message had not sunk in.

The line was about missionary work, so my mom tried to explain about how when he got big he could be a missionary and go tell people about Jesus.

"But I don't want to be a missionary," he exclaimed. "I want to be Spiderman!"