SAHM Super Powers

Yesterday WJ wanted to go to the Kite Store. KS didn't open until 10:30, so we trotted over to a park to run the squids about.

As we got out of the van, I saw three Goths-in-Black on the merry-go-round. WJ used her super hero arm and leg length to stretch through the van to unleash the Girl and the Elfinator. I commented that the A&L length was in fact her super power (I'll find that blog later). Mine would be the Ego of Steel.

We scared off the Goths with our mere presence. Our joyous abandon spotting the squids on the wet playground equipment seemed to annoy the homeless guy on the bench, as he soon left.

A kindly gentleman with a wiener dog graciously allowed the kids to "pet" the dog. Of course toddler dog petting involves more than a normal amount of chasing, giggling and squeaking.

WJ seems bent on determining her "kryptonite." It has gone from what I call a "quirk" (taking on dares involving heights and not being able to get down) to Lack of Sleep and Caffeine. Interesting.

Now that I think about it, my kryptonite may be - remember the Ego of Steel - would be a small child telling me I am full of shit. Not using those exact words, of course, but the phrase, "but I was just - " sends me into orbit. Other phrases, especially, "S/he started it" really make my knees buckle.

But, of course, the Ego of Steel doesn't want to investigate too far. Because that would make me introspective and finding fault with myself is way out of line.