As a 6-year-old, I liked to play outside with other neighborhood children my age. At any given time, I had lots of male and female friends living nearby to play with. Two of my local girlfriends were Shannon and Nanette. One fine afternoon, I headed out of the house and up the block, with the intention of kicking it with the both of them.
Alas, it was not to be. Earlier that day, Shannon and Nanette had gotten into an argument and decided they weren’t friends anymore. But both still wanted to be friends with me. And so my friendship became the focus of their newfound rivalry: Shannon insisted that I come to her house to play, without Nanette. Nanette insisted that I come to her house to play, without Shannon. Shannon announced that her mother had just made lemonade, and that I could have some if I accompanied her home. Nanette responded that she also had lemonade at her house, but that hers tasted even better than Shannon’s did.
I found Nanette’s claim curious. I asked her, “How do you know your lemonade tastes better than Shannon’s?”
Nanette responded, “Because I’ve tasted it. So I know it’s better.”
“But have you ever tasted Shannon’s lemonade?
“So how do you know your lemonade tastes better if you’ve never tasted Shannon’s?”
“I’ve tasted my lemonade, and it’s really good. I know it tastes better than Shannon’s.”
I did not pursue this line of questioning any further with Nanette. My six-year old brain couldn’t articulate the problem with her argument any more fully than I already had.
Strangely, I don’t remember what happened next, though I imagine I accompanied Shannon to her house (my preference for coherence started young). I do remember eventually heading home though, and trying to explain to my mother how Nanette just wasn’t talking sense that day.
Question: How is a devout Mormon — who knows the Mormon Church is truer than any other Church on the face of the Earth — like or unlike Nanette?