And She Came Parachuting Down . . .

I've never been pregnant and I don't really plan on it. With that said, there's nothing better than having a woman around who's been there and done that to help her own daughter experience the challenges involved in taking care of a new life.

With that said, my wife and I were very lucky to have her mother come parachuting in to Salt Lake City Airport last Monday.

Unfortunately, the C.A. likes to get talking and accidentally got the four of us lost . . . twice.

But it's okay, after listening to Elder Wirthlin's Come What May and Love It and being somewhat of a preconditioned ham myself, we were driving along as chipper as though we had a plentiful source of laughing gas, flowing through the air vents.

(Remember that scene in Tommy Boy?)

Long story short, if you're going to have any offspring, make sure you call for backup and get your wife's mother in the battle: the ride (figurative here) will go much smoother!