The Super Pants are White

Ever since Saturday, November 27th the Tyrant has been singing a song that he composed himself.  It goes like this:



The Super pants, the super pants, the super pants are WHITE!!!!!!
(repeat 1st line)

Now you may think that this has something to do with Superman but you would be mighty wrong.  On that last Saturday in November my Engineer chose to enter the waters of baptism.  It was a very special day and meant even more to me after all of the heartache and hurt of the past year.  We had some very close friends present and my husband's brother and his family here.  Just a small gathering.  Nothing too overwhelming for the boy who has been terrified of being touched or losing control.  I was so proud of my boy.  He really felt the spirit that day and it was evident in his bright and shining demeanor.

Clearly it meant something to the smallest member of our household as well.  Because he is now aspiring to wear his own pair of Super White Pants.  Although he has already begun negotiations to see if we can get a special dispensation so that he can be baptized at 7 instead of 8.  Somehow I don't think the Prophet is going to be swayed by his reasoning.

Thanks for your prayers and for sticking by our family through the difficult times and for celebrating with us during the times of joy.