We took out one of the toys from the "ration department" (gifts that the kids receive but are only given to them over time. Isaac totally got into his Superman outfit (thanks Uncle Ed!).
It's a little big for him, but he'll grow into it, I'm sure. I helped him put it on, stressing along the way that the cape does not make him fly.
"What will happen if you jump off somewhere high and try to fly, Isaac?"
"I will fall down."
"And then?"
"I will die," he replied.
Hmmm, I was thinking "I will hurt myself" but that's a good answer too.
"So no flying, ok? This is just a pretend cape," I said, attaching the final velcro muscles.
"Yes, Papa."
It was a hoot making him pose and taking his photos. I showed him my weak arm muscle, and he showed me his plastic-enhanced one.
It was soon time for bed, and he carefully folded the outfit back into the box so that he could put it next to himself as he slept.
I hope he has nice Superman dreams.
