What Do You Want to Be When You Grow Up?

So while I was off getting my tuckus kicked on Saturday, Aaron took the twins to see his grandpa in Terre Haute. While there, someone asked the twins what they wanted to be when they grew up.

Griffin: Sthpiderman or Batman, so I can be in the movies. Erin wanths to be a Princtheth...
Erin: No I don't, Griffin, I want to be a butterfly.

On a different note, I am happy to report that we only had ONE meltdown before going to school today. Griffin and Erin are on the brink of getting sick. Not feverish, though I'm sure it will eventually happen, but they both have LOTS of congestion. Griffin had wiped his nose with a tissue and was trying to throw it away in the garage. He couldn't open the door (we've many such trick doors in our house...). He started sobbing. I looked at him and tried to talk as calmly and evenly as his preschool teachers (boy, do I wish I had half their patience....this is usually where I start screaming back...), trying to get him to find the words he wants to use to let me know what's wrong. He eventually said "I don't know!" But...I kept my cool. You see...these meltdowns happen all. the. time. And I'm so tired of them. So I'm really trying hard to keep my cool. The morning went so well.