Well at least my Spiderman. More like Spiderbaby. I wish my camera hadn't died yesterday or I would take an evidential picture. My Spiderbaby is nursing as I type this.right.now.

Jonas decided to wear his Spiderman outfit today -- you know, sometimes your alter-ego needs to come spend a leisurely Saturday at home, all suited up and ready for respite. It looked smashing with his black cloggy-crocky sandals. 
 
Having three boys around, we get a lot of dress-up (wonder if there is a more masculine term for that -- fierce-pretend-costuming?) around here. Some days we have one or two Batmans. Occasionally a Robin. An appearance by Dark Lord of the Sith Himself, Darth Vader, isn't unusual, generally wanting help with shoe-tying or locating his Crayolas, (you know how hard it is to find stuff when you have a mask on your face). We have been surprised by a visit by the Red Power Ranger, a Little Green Man (Toy Story), and a werewolf. Periodic other guests have been a well-dressed (and dare I say well-behaved!) knight, sans sword (hey, it's a sad story, but it's safer this way), an army guy, an alligator (maybe a crocodile, it's hard to tell what kind of snout that is, being made of cloth), and various caped crusaders. 
 
I heard a story once about a girl who competed in pageants. She had a lovely crown to show for her achievements. She told her college roommate, "Sometimes I have days where I just feel like wearing my tiara. I bring down the box, unpack the tiara, and place it on my head -- immediately life seems better." Her roommate, being about the furthest thing from a girl who would ever enter a pageant (not for looks, more philosophy and interests), seemed to really understand that. The roommate nodded slowly, and the girls bonded. Or perhaps the roommate was hypnotized by all those sparkling jewels... 
 
Regardless, the need to cast off or aside our regular, everyday personalities and assume something more interesting, something more grand, mysterious, extravagant, and super-heroish, probably lives in us all. 
 
Here's to our inner Superheros! Long may those capes wave!

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