Heath is no longer Spider-Man. He is Batman, and do not make the mistake of suggesting that he can be both. He can't. And that's that.
Batman's cape is an ivory with navy blue stripes pillowcase tied around his neck. It's the first thing Heath, I mean, Batman puts on in the morning, and he zooms and shhhhzzzz's around the house, saving the day, fighting dragon fires, making French Toast, and building construction sites in downtown Gotham. He has a sidekick, and it's not Robin. It's Wonder Girl. Wonder Girl zooms and shhhhzzzz's with her green blanket wrapped around her head. She always comes when Batman throws up the signal, and she always ends up crying about something.
Heath's interest in Batman has peaked due to a recent Batman book purchase that was made. I believe it's his first flight into an actual visual and better understanding of exactly who this Batman "person" is. Batman Meets the Super Heroes is a simple tale (hopefully I'm not spoiling the plot for anyone who hasn't read this particular Step One Reading book of Super Hero stories.) of Bruce Wayne visiting a museum. A dragon statue comes to life. He has to make the dragon return to the state of being a statue, and he enlists the help of Wonder Woman and Superman. They work together. They save the day.
This book came into our lives 72 hours ago and it's been read 772 times. It's gone everywhere with us: doctor appointment, in the car, to the pool, to the park, in the baby jogger, on the potty. There has been a lot of interest peaked about Bruce Wayne's job, that Bruce Wayne is actually Batman, his Batmobile, and his big work desk.
During rest time today, Heath studied the cover carefully. He finally asked, Where are her pants? referring to Wonder Woman's lack of cloth on her legs. I wasn't sure. My knowledge of Super Hero information is limited. I'm sort of learning on the job, and my previous experience is only from my Wonder Woman/Super Girl Under-Roos wearing days, and there weren't pants with those things either. So I made something up about not wanting to have loose garments getting stuck on dragon tails or falling into fires.
He seemed almost satisfied. Then he pointed to the top part of her outfit. She got her nipples under there?
Again with the nipples.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
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