Holy Terror and I settled onto the counter stools at the Foster Freeze with our treats. It was our Mommy-Son date before I headed off to my business trip. It was his first time ordering a sundae.
"You like it?" I asked.
He smiled. "Yup. Dad can make this for me...just like this." He waved his hands and gives that know-it-all Norris look. "Better, probably."
Later on in the discussion, he looks around at the car posters. "When I get bigger, I'm going to have a hot rod that's all these colors."
"That'd be cool."
He nods in and tosses that cocky grin. "Yup. And Dad's going to make them all go really fast."
After treats, we took a walk around the park. "Let's holds hands because it's evening."
"Well," he says with a confident and reassuring look. "If bad guys come, Dad will be there and he'll kick their butts...and I'll call the cops and Dad will make sure the bad guys get arrested."
"Really?" I try to sound serious. "But Dad's not here right now." I was hoping he'd say I could protect him...Nope
"Well, Dad's teaching me how to grow up. So, I'll be able to kick their butts...and you can call the cops."
"Okay. Sounds good."
...No wonder they believe in Super Heroes...their Dad is one...