There is nothing duller than a January house. A December house is full of color and light almost to the point of excess. Suddenly January rolls around and it is all stripped away to gray barrenness. So to spice of our January, I thought we would make some snowflakes to hang from our play room ceiling. We talked about snowflakes as part of our family night lesson and worked on our scissor skills. I told the boys that each snowflake is unique, that there are no two alike. I said that we are like the snowflakes, that Heavenly Father made each of us unique and different. I told Davin that he was the only Davin like him, that there were no other Davins like him in the world. You could see the wheels turn in his head as he thought about this concept (I actually remember when someone told me this when I was little). He then asked if I was the only Mommy, which I affirmed to be true. Suddenly, with a flush of innocence, Davin looked and me and said “Mommy, you are so pretty!” Apparently the le...