We have a bunch of caped crusaders running around the house. C. Riley started it out appearing suddenly in his Batman costume. Hello Batboy. Before you could say, “Pow!” Birdie had run off and changed into a kimona. Beanie who was shrieking “I wanna costoom!” was put in a lavendar dress and had her pulled her hair back with a floral barrette. Asia Girl and Flower Girl were born.
“I not Flower Guh. I Costoom Guh!” The latter corrected.
They all ran upstairs and fought some enemies before setting up in the dining room a Batmobile (3 chairs, a piano bench, a stack of books, a microscope, an easel and a phone) that could change into plane. Handy.
On the phone with a friend, he enquired about Asia Girl’s super powers.
“Well, I’ve got a map that shows all the bad guys, and a gun that freezes people and a mirror that shines into people’s eyes…”
“Does she shoot chopsticks out her nose?” My friend asked. I did not dignify this with a response.
Asia Girl though tough on crime is a bit of a pacifist, “I would never kill because that would be violent.”
Later when they were about to blast off Bat Boy bailed wanting to get on the computer.
“Fine!” Asia Girl fumed. “I’ll just blast off without you?”
“Are you going to blast off without me?” Bat Boy, like his alter ego, C. Riley H. has the tiresome habit of repeating questions verbatim. This is forgiven, since he is hearing impaired and all.
“Yes.” Asia Girl was firm.
“OK. Let’s go.”
Flower/Costoom Girl had abandoned ship and was eating apples quietly at the counter.
Getting onboard Bat Boy punched the easel which infuriated Asia Girl.
“Oh I am sorry. I have fists of steel.”
Countdown ensued.
The flight, narrated by Bat Boy lasted about 10 seconds.
“…and we’re back!” he finished.
“You just did that to get on the computer.”
“You are not getting on the computer.” I said.
He reluctantly got back on board and they began the countdown again. As I walked away, Asia Girl called after me, “Do you want to be Wonder Woman, Mama?”
“I already am.”
I’ll second that closing comment!
This is a great post. Childhood is such a magical time. I’ve always admired my kids’ ability to tie on a cape and become someone else entirely. Dining room chairs and cardboard boxes can be transformed into anything. I love it.
Incidentally, did I ever post about my favorite of my kids’ alter egos?
My son got out of the bathtub one evening, asked me to blowdry his hair as big as it would get, looked into the mirror and declared, in his deepest, most heroic sounding voice (tinged with his amazing sense of humor),
“I’m Fluffy Boy!”
And then looking at me next to him in the mirror, still holding hair dryer and brush and imagining me as a super side-kick of sorts added proudly,
“And this is my mommy!”
We laughed together for a long time about that one.
I’ll third that closing comment. 🙂