While growing up in Flagstaff, my dad did quite a bit of painting houses and such.
My memory is not always the best, but for some reason I can still see clearly the inside of the paint store that we went to so often.
I attribute most, if not all of that memory to the sugar cubes.
Each time the paint store trip was made, my siblings and I were able to enjoy one sweet, disolving, perfect square each.
Sometimes more if we got too crazy and the paint was taking too long.
Last Sunday at the Gardner's we had a family hour lesson on temples.
Each family was given a few boxes of sugar cubes to build with.
Griffin made sure to have Moroni present and asked that I also beautify the temple grounds with flowers.
Along with a great lesson on temples, each of the boys were given their own first memory of eating a sugar cube.