While she's away this week, I've been trying to spend some fun quality time with the boys, and today I promised Monkey I would take him to the zoo. We have a membership to our local zoo, and we probably go at least twice a month while the weather is nice. So this morning I packed Lamb's overnight bag (which, for the record, was probably the LARGEST overnight bag there...), then I packed up a bag of snacks & lunch (& a bottle & formula & baby food) to take to the zoo... which was still sitting right there on the counter waiting for us when we got home from the zoo.
So after I shelled out $20 for lunch (Seriously? For me & my 4-year-old??? Oh, and I did buy a little side of applesauce for Roo...), we had a nice beautiful day at the zoo. Right up until we were at the play area... and there were some bigger kids there... and they told Monkey that he isn't a superhero.
Well... fortunately (or not), Monkey is pretty
"They said I'm not a superhero!"
"I know, Buddy, I know. But you know what? That means you're doing a great job of disguising yourself, like Peter Parker. And I know you're a superhero. You're my superhero. I don't know what I would do without you around."
Mr. Fantastic and I have really worked hard not to lie to our kids... OK, aside from the whole Santa/Easter Bunny/Tooth Fairy thing... I don't tell them that we're all out of pop if I don't want them to have any, I don't tell them that the McDonald's Play Place is closed if I don't have time to take them there, I don't tell them that the law says I can't do any Mommy Work after 8 PM (an actual tip I read in a parenting magazine)... but I wasn't about to tell him that he's not a superhero.
He's 4. He'll figure it out on his own way too soon.
But tonight, when I looked in his room and saw him sprawled out on his bed in his Superman pajamas... I couldn't imagine a better hero, super or otherwise.