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!"
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.