The Boy Is Obsessed With Superman
This is what the Boy has been wearing for a solid week, now. Not straight... he has two Superman tops, and I've been alternating them and doing a special superhero load of laundry each night.
He's obsessed. He won't wear anything that doesn't have a superhero on it.
He has Spiderman boots, Spiderman jammies, Spiderman socks, Batman underwear and toothbrush, and he knows the Spiderman theme song.
Is this normal, or does it mean he has an addictive personality? (I don't know where he would have gotten that from... excuse me while I check ebay.)
posted by Desperate Housewife at
8:14 PM
5 Comments:
I am pretty sure that is normal. Kids go through stages like that! Now you know you got to check out ebay again. Wait till you see what I got. I am waiting to get it before I blog about it!
It is normal....IF YOU'RE SUPERMAN!
Always knew there had to be a reason for his genius.
He's definitely a boy! I think it's quite adorable. As long as he's not counting all of his superhero items over and over I think you're ok.
One of my girls went through a phase where all they wanted to wear was a bathing suit. Day and night. She also liked to wear my high heels. Separately was fine. Putting them together was downright embarrasing.
(um, so is my spelling)
Awww, its cute! Eric was into the whole pirate thing before Johnny Depp made it popular. He wore an eye patch every where. He'd ask for a snack by talking in his pretend parrots voice. It was a hoot. Although, for some reason, he insisted that I walk the plank several times a day. Usually when I would catch him doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing.
I love it when you see little girls walking around the store a tutu, boa around their neck, costume jewels dripping off them. When you are kids you can get away with that kind of stuff. They tend to frown when I try to go to the store that way. lol, just Kidding.
I got in trouble seven years when my baby cousin was 3. Skeeter was telling me how she was upset that she couldn't sit by her brother when he bowled because they didn't have bowling shoes small enough for her. The floors had just be refinished. Anyway, I told her the next time she went, to take her piggie slippers and to ask Ron if she could wear those if she promised not to mess with the balls and to sit at the scoring table. Her Mom was about ready to kill me, she was so embarrassed. Sketter did just what I told her to do. I think it was cute!
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