Can I just say how much I love Myles? And how much he DRIVES ME NUTS sometimes? The kid has more energy than I can ever imagine having, and I don't think I've ever seen him sit completely still. Sunday Marshall was out of town and I was on my own for church. I was substituting doing the music in Primary, Mason was giving a talk, and Myles was saying the prayer. And the thing I was most worried about was Myles' prayer. I don't think I've ever heard him say a prayer that hasn't included something very unorthodox like "please bless that Mason's head with explode" or "please bless that Max's eyes will fall out." He adores his brothers, but knows just how to make them upset. So we survived getting everyone ready for church, getting the primary music set up, and we even (mostly) survived Sacrament meeting with just me and the three boys (though the people sitting in front and behind us might wonder). But then we walk into Primary and Myl...