We went to Walmart with grandma tonight. And, you know what that means...brand spankin' new superhero capes and masks all around! Well, I didn't get one. I'm trying not to be too bitter about it though.
With our oldest having a new obsession with Spiderman, this was the perfect addition to his wardrobe. He wore it very proudly the moment we made it to the car after checking out at the store. He was thrilled and nearly overcome with pride when he found the cape to flap furiously in the wind while he rode his bike. I giggled as I watched him. He was so cute. He would say..."MOM! It's wind-ing!" Meaning, it's blowing in the wind. I don't' have the heart to correct him. It's like my sister would say when my parents would be driving a bit faster than they should..."Dad...are you speeding the limits?" I still ask myself that question from time to time.
As we loaded the car to head him from grandma's, it was only a matter of minutes before the superhero's mask was broken. Turns out, it does't make a good slingshot. But, somethings you just don't know 'til you try it. My little superhero was so heartbroken. He was nearly in tears and begging me to fix it. I promised him that I would have it fixed good as new before he awoke the next morning.
When we got home, he put it where I couldn't forget about it and went to bed. I'm sure he's dreaming of chasing down bad guys and leaping from one building to the next in a single bound.
I'm so in love with this phase of his life. He's so fearless. He's learning his limits too. And I can't tell you how many times a day I'm "stuck in a web" because Spiderman saw fit that I would be. Then, he comes along with "magic scissors" and frees me. And the pride on his face when he saves the day is just priceless.
I love that little superhero, and his baby brother. They've both stolen my heart and I know they'd rescue me from a tall tall building any day.
