By the time Elder Beaverton and I got back to our apartment, it was past 18 heures (6 p.m.), so p-day was officially over, and it was time to get back to work.
The cool thing was that our work for the evening was hardly work. We finally had a referral for once -- in fact, better than a referral, one of the local members had invited us to dinner to give the first discussion to her sister. Read the rest of the story ->
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I especially liked the illustration of the difficulty of having any sort of conversation while juggling toddlers. It really strikes home =)
Hey Mathmom!!!
Yeah, as you might guess, that detail taken from life. ;^)
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