Little pioneer children.

 A familiar Primary song goes something like this:

Little pioneer children gathering berries for food. 
See the pioneer children hunting chips for wood.  
Gladly helping each other, merry and happy were they. 
Walking along, moving along on their way.

I feel certain that maybe just a bit of that pioneer spirit has trickled down to my children.  However, it was not manifest AT ALL when we took a tour of the visitor's center at Winter Quarters on our way home from Michigan.   Our scenario took a different direction.  For instance, when the sister missionary who was giving us the tour tried to get the girls to think deeply about the deprivation and hardship those early pioneers must have suffered, they minimized it by saying something like, "pulling a handcart is easy!", or "this tiny log house is so cute!"  To top it off, each time she (the sister missionary) bore her testimony of Jesus, they took the opportunity to pull a sister's hair, or call someone a name, or take a stuffed animal away from it's owner.  Note to self: massive church history tour needs to wait until all children are between the ages of 7 and 13.  At least then we stand a chance of learning a thing or two.

To be fair, they'd been sleep deprived for over a week at this point, and stuck in a car for a day and a half straight by the time we let the savages loose at Winter Quarters.  That's what we get.

Don't let those adorable faces fool you.