wonderman

Last week one of our cereal boxes came with a miniature comic book about the justice league. I gave it to the boys and they have been asking us repeatedly to read it to them. I don’t know if you’ve ever tried to read a comic book to someone but it is fairly awkward. They don't seem to mind though. Truett just likes to see the page with the giant octopus fighting a giant crab. Jem likes the whole idea of super heroes.
The other night, Sam had just finished reading it to Jem and asked him which super hero he would like to be. He pointed to each one on the cover: Batman, Superman, Aquaman, Flash Gordon and the Green Lantern. Jem said, “I want to be that one Daddy,” and pointed to the comic book. Sam promptly replied, “No buddy. You can’t be that one.” See if you can figure out who Jem wanted to be?

 That’s right. My rough and tumble boy wanted to be Wonder Woman. I can’t say that I blame him. In this particular comic book she is the only one who seems to have a legitimate weapon. She has a cool golden whip and she flies. The other characters just seem to run around a lot. Plus, he spends 90% of his time with me so he is in that stage of wanting to do what I do. Not that I fly or have a golden whip.

This of course freaks Sam out. I just figure its normal, all part of the growing up process. Soon enough Jem will figure out that he wants to be the hero not the heroine. And if I can get a rise out of Sam by putting bracelets on Jem and telling him that they are called pretties or clipping a barrette in Tru’s hair and telling him how pretty he is, well then. It just makes my life more interesting.