Super Son

We've entered the age of the super hero at our house.  I thought I had a few years before this kicked in.  Most of the time it's cute.  He tends to latch on to one for a while, watch the movie over and over, repeat some one-liners, and practice "moves" on the trampoline and that's about the extent of it. 

For a while it was Ironman.  Good for me, I love that movie.  Then he moved to Superman.  It was a little too romantic for the little guy.  Then he got hung up Green Lantern for a few weeks.  The monsters were a little freaky for him, but he toughed it out.  The Green Lantern phase led to one of my favorite conversations ever.  James:  Mom, if kryptonite takes away Superman's powers and nothing takes away Green Lantern's powers, is Superman still the most powerful man in the universe? Me:  That's a great question for Dad.  I enjoyed our conversations about superheros for the most part.

Until we saw Spiderman at our local downtown festival.  I'll admit, the costume was good.  To my son, it was amazing.  He was almost fearful he was so awed.  This has changed our home and I'm not sure it's for the better.  Now we have to figure out whether James is James or "Peter Porker" (yes, I said porker) or the REAL Spiderman.  Emphasis on REAL.  There are imaginary villains roaming my house at all hours.  As a matter of fact the "Green Gobbler" (and once again this is not a misspelling) was present during my bath last night.  As I attempted to wash the longest day ever off and heavens forbid shave my legs, my son sat on the side of the tub shooting web at the invisible intruders.  I am wearing pants today.  His little sister was serenaded to sleep by a nice sweet Spiderman themed lullaby last night.

Once I read the REAL Spiderman a book and convinced him that yes, superheros sleep, I thought I was in the clear.  He shot me with web.  he got out of the bed looking for villains and encountered the original villain, Dad.  Dad ordered him back to bed and was rewarded for his efforts with some web. 

This morning wasn't much different.  Dad was in charge of the school route and was unable to wrestle the REAL Spiderman pajama shirt off of the child.  My son therefor went to school in his pajama shirt.  He proceeded to announce to the teacher that James was not at school today and Spiderman was.  In her infinite wisdom (I swear this dear woman is some sort of child-whispering sorceress) she told my son that James was welcome in the classroom, but Spiderman was not.  I wonder if she's been webbed yet?

I can't wait to hear about my son's day at school.

NOTE:  I arrived home from work to find James wearing yet another pair of Spiderman pajamas.  He said that Trish (his teacher) told him that Spiderman had to stay outside.  I still have no information as to whether or not he shot her with web.