The other day shopping I felt like getting my boys some superheroes, for no particular reason except, I thought it would be fun for them to have since we really don't have that many..yet. They named me ironman right away, which I have no problem with considering I really like ironman. So, for the next couple days I was always ironman. I found myself making sandwiches as ironman, driving the car with ironman at the wheel, tucking the boys in as ironman, and for Josh he wouldn't follow mom's directions, but he would listen to ironman, so I proceeded. One morning Josh came into our room in the morning he and handed me ironman. Then spiderman and ironman spark up a conversation. Josh as spiderman: hi, ironman. Ironman: Oh hi, spiderman. Spiderman: shoes. Ironman: Oh yeah! We have the same shoes!! Pause. Spiderman was looking at me, and Sam was looking at me and said: Um…superheroes don't talk about their shoes. Haha!! We laughed for a while about this, and I could hear myself saying this line over and over in my head. I have rolled with the punches when it comes to being a mom with all boys. The dirty hands, and muddy feet, the jumping off of couches and tables, playing superheroes, jumping in puddles right a long with them, but I must say this is the first time I relapsed pretty obviously that I grew up with a lot of sisters, and played only Barbies.
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