Seriously. Melt my Mama heart.
I've dreamed of these days... of superhero capes and fighting bad guys for years, from before I knew those blue eyes and scrumptious cheeks, when all I knew was kicks and stretches felt from the inside. I've imagined these days, and oh, how I melted (okay, fine- and giggled) when he looked up and said:
"Mama. I are Batman. I fight. Where da bad guys?"
Seriously. Those were his words after putting his fresh-from-my-sewing-machine cape on for the first time.
And then he runs off, to find his weapon of choice... the Spiderman baseball bat, naturally.
My Corbanator. The Superhero.
Have I mentioned lately that I love 2 1/2?
Because I do.