On Potty-training and Spiritual Matters

Cadence is finally potty-trained. Things aren't perfect, but I know she's completely on the bandwagon for using the toilet. She was for it and then against it, especially numero two, but I told her that Belle (princess) likes to use the potty because she thinks it's fun. Since then, she's been loving it. Also, she's a pretty spiritual gal. Here are a few snippets of conversations we've had lately (warning: naturally, some potty talk follows):

In the bathroom:
C: Mom, what happens if I go pee pee on the floor?
M: It makes a mess and you don't get to pick a prize for going in the potty all day.
C: Mom, Belle (the princess) doesn't like to go potty on the floor. She likes going in the potty. She thinks it's fun!!
M: Yep.
C: Mom, what color is Belle's poo poo?
M: What do you think?
C: Pink. I think it's pink poo poo.
M: Yeah, probably. And sparkly, too.
C: No, no sparkles.

Man, princesses are so cool.

Later, while reading a little board book called "My Tiny Book of Prayer":

(Looking at a page depicting a Heavenly hand holding a child's hand)
C: Mom, is that Heavenly Father's Hand?
M: Yep.
C: And is that my hand?
M: Mmmmhmmmm.
C: Oh! That's so nice of Heavenly Father to hold my hand!! Is He cold?
M: No, He's very warm.
C: Is His hand cold?
M: No, it's very warm.
C: Oh, that's so nice.
The next page depicts a girl folding hands and staring into the distance.
C: Mom, what is she looking at?
M: Heaven, I guess.
C: Oh, Heaven is wonderful. Do we live in Heaven?
M: No, we live in Chicago. We will live in Heaven someday.
C: Oh. Mom, do you have a 'No Way'? (This is completely off the topic and a "no way" refers to a body part that I do not have. I'm not going to go into details as to how it came to be called in such a way.)
M: We don't talk about those things unless we're in the bathroom. It's not nice to talk about.
C: Oh, it's rude.
M: Yes.
C: Mom, say, "It's rude".
M: It's rude.
C: Rude is not nice. It's not nice it's rude it's not nice it's rude rude rude I like the word rude....trails off about the topic of rude.

My day is full of these funny little conversations. Yesterday she walked up to Trevor and said, "Soon I'll become a BOY!" and at lunch a couple of days ago she looked out the window longingly and said, "Mom, I'm dying now." She has no idea what that means.

There is just nothing like being able to see so clearly into the mind of a two-year-old.