Boys and I are sitting in the living room. Pete climbs up on the couch next to me. "Me Superman! Have nonny?"
"Raise your hand if you think Superman's mom gave him nonny," I say.
Pete looks around at his brothers (who do not think, apparently, that the Man of Steel nipped home for a quick little pick-me-up between stopping the speeding freight trains and going head-to-head with Lex Luthor) and defiantly thrusts his hand into the air. "Me Superman. Me have nonny with Mama."
The big boys discuss Superman's mother. They wonder, What happened to her anyway? Pete brings them back to the issue at hand. "Superman have nonny with Mama!"
"I know," says Joe. "You can be SuperBOY, Pete."
"Superboy!" Pete agrees. "Superboy have Mama's nonny."
Awwww.
Posted by: Arwen | February 18, 2008 at 09:12 AM
seriously. that's some sweet stuff.
Posted by: Jen | February 18, 2008 at 10:00 AM
absolutely. Superboy can have nonny :-).
love hearing about how they discussed the problem too!
Posted by: Tracy | February 18, 2008 at 10:46 AM
Awwww indeed.
Although, didn't Superman's mommy blow up? Because they could build a speeding star-thingy to transport him away, but not make it big enough for more than one chubby baby?
[Sorry, guess I'm too geeky to avoid spoiling the mood. But maybe I'd get along with the boys, and that would make up for it?]
Posted by: Jody | February 19, 2008 at 08:07 AM