Sundays they camped and read and prayed (and then told fart jokes): “Jon was helping me bathe Leta and he remarked that the last thing those kids would be doing would be singing as they walked and walked and walked. We used to be kids, and now that we have one we know that they�d do nothing but whine and bitch and moan as they walked and walked and walked. As we washed Leta�s hair we thought that more appropriate verses to the song would have been verses like:

�Pioneer fathers took extra wives, more wives, more wives, more wives, more wives.�

or

�Cholera spread through the camp and they died, and died, and died, and died, and died.�”

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