On Friday, my sister and her family were camping, so the rest of us went up to have a hot dog roast with them. We were wandering around the forest, looking at the beaver dam in the river.
On the way back my niece proclaims, "Follow me! I'm the prophet!"
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When I was primary chorister in my parents' ward, we would sing (almost) all of the verses to 'Follow the Prophet' and choose one kid to be the "prophet". They'd walk around the primary room, out the door and back in while we sang.
Ah, memories.
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