president monson's uncle

so this past weekend my parents came into town for some doctors appointments and a wedding. when they pulled up to our house, there were two young boys, probably six or seven, that were playing across the street in some rocks. as my parents got out of the car, these two little boys stopped playing and looked over at them. they then ran over and began talking to my dad...

dad: hey there! having fun playing in the rocks?

little boy 1: did you know president monson's uncle lives in that house?!?

dad: really?! i know the monson's live in that house! we are coming to visit them.

little boy 2: yeah, we're mormons too.

gotta love kids. quin looks pretty good for being the uncle of president monson. or maybe he looks old and that is why they believe that haha. kidding. quin's not old. when my dad came in and told me that story, i couldn't help but laugh really hard. i looked out the window to see who the kids were and they were back to playing in the rocks. one of them was laying in them. don't really know why. he was just laying there looking up. kids are such joys and you can't help but love there cute naiveness and the silly things they say.