A few weeks ago, my kids got superhero capes as favors at a birthday party.
Except Bennett doesn't yet realize that just because you have a cape, it does not make you an actual superhero…
He is already a master of the "screw with your older sister" art form. And usually he freely exercises his craft, within reasonable guidelines of course.
But the moment homeboy slips on his cape? All reasonable sense of self preservation goes out the window.
Suddenly, he is jacking with crap he KNOWS is going to send her straight into a flurry of rage. The sparkly pink tutu? Yep. The Hello Kitty backpack and it's collection of 14 ancillary purses? Why not! The "special" doll carriage and it's 4 babies? Hey man, go big or go home.
Which means that my vigilance as a mom is being taxed to keep homeboy from being routinely clobbered for his unwise decisions.
And it's not just in the sister arena that he feels the cape gives him special powers.
Any time he has that puppy in his hand (yep, we take a loose stance on how exactly a super hero "wears" his cape), he does absurd things. Like jump off of the kitchen table. Or leap onto my back if I am walking down the stairs ahead of him. Or climb up the outside of the entryway stairwell. Or touch Momma's coffee.
And I think we ALL know how poorly thought out that last choice is, you just don't jack with Momma's coffee. Unless you are fully prepared to deal with the repercussions. Which he never really is.
But if nothing else, raising a boy helps me understand men a little better.
It's not that they were dropped on their heads a few too many times as babies (in most cases).
It's that somewhere along the way, they got their hands on a super hero cape... and never quite took it off.
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