like a fire

Quite an eventful day at the Martin’s. Elizabeth is potty training which makes the rest of the house extra sensitive to her dance. She has actually done quite well with one BM (Boomer if your from western PA) and two more viscous outbursts actually making it into the potty. We did have two accidents, though.In typical Elizabeth fashion, she is doing this the hard way. She also has a cold.

In a respite from potty training, I took Jane to get some lunch for us all. We had a great break and a bit of funny conversation. It went something like this:

J: Daddy, do you know what? I have you ever seen a rainbow mouse?

P: Uh, no.

J: Daddy, did you know I have a rainbow?

P: Is your mouse rainbow colored?

J: Yes, it’s a mouse.I have three mices. Their names are Squeaky, Micey and, uh… Rainbow.

P: Is rainbow the rainbow colored mouse?

J: Yes, but Squeaky is a white mouse, and Micey is mouse colored. Daddy, did you know what? They are all superheroes.

P: Well, that’s cool. What are their super powers?

J: Well… Squeaky’s super power is to make unicorns. Miceys super power is to make princesses. Rainbow’s super power is to… make rainbows.

P: Cool!

J: And I have a super power too.

P: OK, what’s your super power?

J: I can make everything good, even God and Jesus.

P: Awesome, that’s the best super power.

J: And I can make lowercases.

That was it. Apparently making everything good isn’t enough for our little four year old.