At first, I was a little "OH SHEESH", but I decided to be nice to them. Maybe it's because I'm a mom and these elders are so young. Maybe it's because I know they get doors slammed in their faces more often than not. Maybe it's because one of them looked so darned much like Russel from "UP".
They asked if I knew anything about the Mormon church.
"Yes actually", I replied, "We used to live in Utah and most of our friends and neighbors were Mormon". Not my best friend, but they didn't need to know that.
"OH", their eyes sort of lit up, "Did anyone tell you about the church?"
"Yes actually" (I've done this conversation before with other elders), "We had some elders teach us about the church, did the whole 7 lessons thing, graduated from Mormon school" Okay, maybe that's not exactly what I said, but that's what I told them.
When we lived in Utah, there was a definite rift between the Mormons and the Non. We didn't want to be with those who criticize a religion while knowing nothing about it. Why not do the Mormon school? We told the
And no, we didn't become Latter Day Saints, nor will we ever, but at least I have a story for the elders that continue to knock on my door. They know I won't slam the door in their faces. They know they don't need to come back.
And they're always so polite. Notice that they always offer to help out "with housework or yardwork or moving heavy things..." I've never taken them up on it. We've got these boy kids around for that stuff.
After they left, I thought to myself, "I should have them dance on the roof, maybe insurance will cover that... hahahahaha...."