At dinner tonight Cole leaned over to me and said, "Hey Mommy!"
"What," I replied.
In a conspiratorial whisper he answered, "I'm Batman."
To which I laughed and then realized that this was why Cole is so rotten at church: Batman is not a churchgoing kind of guy. He'd much rather be out fighting crime and driving the Batmobile. Instead, he is currently terrorizing the nursery, hitting and pushing kids smaller than him and stealing their toys. (Yes, I am the mother of that child. Oh, the joy.)
Well, too bad, Batman. If there's one soul that needs a little religion right now, it's you.
1 comment:
At least he's not the "biter." We had 2 boys with that distinction. Oh joy....!
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