Friday night the boys pulled the hoods of their wintercoats on their heads and jumped off the sofa pretending they were wearing capes. E.G. was Ironman, and Proximo, in his little toddler voice declared, "I Sooper-Man!" I'm pretty sure Proximo has no idea who Superman is, or that when he was not much older than Proximo he crash landed in Smallville, Kansas and into the arms of the Kents to be raised until he could fulfill his destiny of saving Planet Earth. Or something.
Clearly, I had to make capes for the boys on Saturday morning. E.G. got an Ironman cape with Ironman forearm coverings like the suit. Sooperman got his own fleece and felt cape.
"I bet I can fly with this cape!" declared El Guille.
"NO! NO! NO! Don't DO that!" I yelled in futility.
"I'm going to go see if I can fly now!"
"NO! You CAN'T FLY! PLEASE DON'T TRY!"
"I'm going to jump off the stairs!"
"STOP!"
I mean, in retrospect, seeing if your cape will make you fly is the next logical step that I should have anticipated. Thank goodness he only tried to fly three steps up from the landing and then crashed into the wall, instead of escaping my pleas, making it out a window and onto the roof. I consider not thinking of what would happen once I gave them capes as a total failure of my imagination.
My friend Rob saw the picture of Proximo in his cape that I tweeted and made some tweaks of his own....
There he is, the 2-year-old who has the weight of the entire planet on his shoulders. It's a lonely, tortured existence, with nothing but goldfish crackers and chocolate milk to ease his solitary suffering.
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My brother in law bears a nice chin scar from his days when he was convinced he could fly if he could just start HIGH enough.
p.s. LOVE the capes!
I jumped off a ledge behind our house in Wisconsin trying to see if I could fly. I thought if I believed it really hard I could do it.
You have some serious superpowers yourself, babe. Whipping out capes at a moment's notice--what is that?! What other superpowers do you possess? Too many to list, I'm sure. Guess I need to find myself a large spotlight and a ginormous cut-out "C" so I can aim it at the sky and call you when my kids need capes to test out their aeronautical abilities. ;)
please keep these kinds of posts coming - the preparation is so helpful. i adore that picture - the caption is even better.
That last paragraph says it all. Love it.
Wish I could sew. My Boys need more capes & I hate buying costumes. I'm a worthless housewife. I don't even like sewing buttons back on.
It's a fabulous, wonderful, imagination-filled existence.
C tried jumping out of our tree house with a plastic bag for a parachute, and he's still here to tell the story.
I love it. So much.
I had already planned on making S. a superman cape for either his birthday or Christmas next year. One to match the terrifically horrid tattoo his father has on his shoulder.
I only wish I was kidding...
That picture is absolutely fantastic!! My Super Savannah has a cape...and it does have a fabulous S on the back as well.
i love that.
I love boys. What a cool mom you are.
that's an adorable pic.
For years my husband asked his parents for a "flying cape" for Christmas. Thankfully he never received anything even remotely close, as he would have beelined it for the roof and tragedy would have ensued. As our son is a mini-me of Dad, I see us having the same situation arise in about 9.4 months.
Ummm can you add making capes for me to your to do list?
thanks
-vanessa inevergrewup.net
So funny it hurts.
love the capes!
I LOVE this!!!
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