He bellows from the top of the stairs, “Mom!!! Can I wear my batman costume to school?”
He doesn’t hear me answer, so he gets louder, “MOM!”
“Yes, I can wear it?” he asks back with a certain unbelievable surprise.
It is his birthday and he will only be 4 once. I really don’t think his preschool teacher will mind.
Born on this day, 4 years ago, he entered into the world screaming. The volume has yet to be decreased. My, oh my.
In the midst of all my thinking about my batman, my little man, he comes springing down the steps, ready to save the day. I ask Batman what he wants for breakfast and he says the usual, “a fly on a log”. I know that doesn’t sound like Batman appropriate food, but he sure seems to love it.
Then he makes my day, maybe my year. “Mom, will you be Robin with me so we can save the world?”
Batman … my little man.