Super

Bubs is a super hero junky. He recently whacked me on the head with his light saber, all the while holding a six-shooter in the other hand and donning a Superman cape on his back.

He's been stealing his big brothers' Batman underwear, and he refuses to wear them the "correct" way.

He wants "to see the picture".

So, saggy in front. Revealing in back. (Underwear maker guys: When will you think to put the cool pictures in front!?! Our kid has been experiencing the feel of a man-thong for weeks now!)

The superboy is never actually Superman or Spidey.  He is "Spidey's younger brother" or "Superman's kid" or Robin's cousin or something. Last night, I heard K say, "Spidey's younger brother isn't powerful. The only reason Spidey has powers is because he got bit by a spider. Spidey's brother can't do anything."

The boy didn't look impressed.

I'm guessing K is just helping the kid reach for the sky and be the BEST hero, not just the hero's brother. Or else he likes to smash any creative juices our kids could possibly have. Or....(I'm assuming this is most probable), the guy just likes to bug!  (Keith!?)  :)

Since M is a single two-year-old (versus three), he gets to wear his super hero costumes places our big kids would never have even attempted. Three two-year-olds make a scene. And three two-year-olds with costumes on make an even bigger scenes.  With costumes, we'd have had to nod and smile to "You must have your hands full!" an additional 300 times.

So, M got to wear his costume to a basketball game and to the store and the church potluck. The basketball game was a fine place for a costume. The bleachers gave him the necessary "air" to do the special hero "jumps" he can't do at home. And he happened to like the small audience he acquired.

But the potluck? The potluck and costumes don't do as well together.

It was really hard for "Spidey's little brother" to understand that he had to take his mask off to get the lasagna into his mouth. Again, the kid was not impressed.

Right now, our young hero is taking a nap with Batman in one hand and Mr Freeze in the other. AND his cute little face is all snuggled in his puppies blankie. Because, like I said, the superhero is only two-years-old.

Or six, if you ask him.