When I grow up. . .

Micah gets excited every couple of days about being something when he is grow'en up. Most frequently it is a builder. Sometimes, an astronaut. Yesterday, he informed me that he wants to be one of those guys who digs up dinosaur bones and puts them together. I said, "Sounds like a plan." and went on with my life.

This afternoon during lunch, Micah was chatting away to his adoring audience (aren't little sisters the best?) and he says, "When I grow I want to be. . . uh. . . Hey, Mom, what did I say I want to be when I am a grow'en up?"

"A Paleontologist," I answer, wondering what sort a response this will bring.

"Oh yeah!" He says, his eyes lighting up, "I want to be one of those guys who live in the museum and put dinosaur bones together!"

He thinks for a minute and adds, ""Maybe when those guys just growed up they decided they really liked to do puzzles, so they got that job."

I love him.

Amy is on day three of actual potty training (I think I am really committed this time. . . I mean, I am. Yes.) So far today. . . No Accidents! Wow! After the nine months I spent on Micah, this is a wonderful surprise. If this continues to go well, maybe we'll do Hannah next month.