Our power went out last night. This wasn’t annoying at all, of course, especially since it wasn’t even storming at the time (the storms came later, and they were wicked), and it was really convenient because I’d just put dinner in the oven. It was also awesome because we were out of bread, so I couldn’t even make my hungry child a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. There was nothing in the fridge he could eat for dinner either, because yogurt and pickles do not a supper make, so that was great too. So, yeah: Yay for super convenient power outages!
(Side note to my husband: You are consistently reminding me how lucky I am to have you, because you are always so calm when I freak out about things like this over which I have absolutely no control. Your laid-back attitude complements my spazoid tendencies so perfectly.)
Needless to say, Andrew had a Happy Meal for dinner. He was perfectly happy, as was I, because when I returned from McDonalds the power was back on and our dinner had virtually cooked itself in the hot oven, power failure or no. Joe was pretty happy, too, because the toy that Andrew got in his Happy Meal? It was Spiderman.
Maybe some of you have dorky husbands like me who were into Heroclix, and as a result you are also well-versed in the world of superheroes, but regardless, you should know this about Joe: He loves his superheroes, particularly those of the bat and spider variety. (He also said I should tell you that this doesn’t mean he’s a fan of the Batman movies starring Val Kilmer or George Clooney, or of the Spiderman movies because “Tobey Maguire is lame.”)
Anyway, he was totally thrilled to have the opportunity to introduce Andrew to Spiderman, and the first thing he did was start singing the Spiderman song. Because it takes Andrew approximately .02 seconds to pick up on anything these days, it wasn’t long before he had started singing the Spiderman song too. He ran around the house holding Spidey high above his head, singing it at the top of his lungs.
Because he was so enamored with his new toy, and also because I knew Joe would get a kick out of it, I unearthed the Spiderman pajamas Andrew got for his first birthday that he’d never worn (because I am largely not a fan of the commercialization of kids’ clothes, but whatever), and after his bath I dressed him in them. They were way too small, but Andrew cared very little. He was thrilled.
Later, after I’d put him to bed, I heard him over the monitor: “Piderman, piderman, do ever a pider can!”
I swear, this boy gets more awesome by the day.