The power of the mind

I am constantly amazed by my children's creativity.

- Xander leaps off my bed.  He says, "Wait, Mommy, I'm going to get my cape!"  He runs to the dress-up bin, grabs a cape, ties it around his neck, and runs back.  "I'm a superhero," he proclaims.  "I'm MICROSHOT!"  I ask, in confusion, who Microshot is, not remembering anyone with that name in the Marvel or DC universes.  "I made him up!" he says.  "He has radioactive powers with his microwave rays."  We actually took a long video of him explaining the various powers and nuances of Microshot (he is apparently also super fast, as fast as microwaves, and can fly) - but alas, we didn't register that Xander was only in his cape and underwear at the time, so sorry, not sharing with the world.

- I changed into blue pajamas, and Ari said, "Mommy, you're on a boat!"  And he pretended to be a wave and go "woosh, woosh," as if my blue boat PJs were the ocean, and we were all on board a yacht of our imagination.  The day after he played with the Playmobile pirate ship for a full 20 minutes by himself, making up voices and scenarios for the plastic people.

And Connor?  He's teething up a storm, putting everything in sight in his mouth, and is never happier than when he's in his brothers' presence.