It's funny how one thing can influence a child. A thing like watching a small snippet of Superman one night while eating dinner. You know the scene, reporter Lois Lane in her flirty yellow dress with matching hat getting ready to fall out of the helicopter as it teeters off the side of a skyscraper. She is barely hanging on by the radio when all of the sudden she starts falling to her death screaming all the way? Then lo and behold Superman comes flying in to save the day? Yeah, that scene...
I think my son was about two and a half when he saw that one five minute scene... But since then he has been obsessed with being Superman. This is what he wanted to be for Halloween last year, which was his idea totally, and I could not persuade him otherwise.
So my son will go through phases where he wants to be Batman (he has never seen it, so I have no idea where this came from) or he is Superman. I'm still not sure if this is a good or a bad thing?
Anyway, the other night he was standing on the couch looking just a cute as could be so I walked over to him and gave him a big hug and a kiss, just because. He crosses his arms, looks at me, and says, "don't kiss me Mama, I'm Superman." I look at him for a few seconds and replied with, "that's okay, even Superman loved his Mama."
Indeed he did.