W- met the prophet. President Monson left the temple and walked straight towards us (and the other children). He shook hands and smiled. W- was on big brother's shoulder's. President Monson looked up and up until he saw that beaming smile. President Monson beamed right back and tried to show W-his ear trick. W- got shy and hid his face in his hands. President Monson lingered for W-'s sake. I felt so shepherded.
Although W- cried on the way home because he had been too timid and didn't speak to President Monson. He marched in the front door and proudly announced he met a prophet of God to his brother's.