I find it oddly comforting that a group of men, consisting of successful businessmen, former Bishops, current members of Stake Presidencies, past and former High Council members, can all look at each other and grin like schoolboys when the choir director informs them that “there is a ritard at the end of the line.”
I realize that this post is over two years old, but I just discovered it and giggled for about ten minutes straight. There’s a little bit of Peter Pan in everyone–some things are never grown out of.