to be three again

You may recall from one of my earlier posts how I feel about Wal-Mart. Those feelings of love and appreciation were re-enforced this week when I found my son a "Thing" costume for $1. That's right, $1. He lives to dress up as strong, powerful super heroes. Here he is in his cool new outfit flexing his muscles and demonstrating his super-human strength by lifting the ottoman:




He wore it when we walked to school to pick up his brother and as we passed a group of construction workers, they oohed and ahhhed and said, "Man, you must be working out!" He just stared at the ground and kept plodding along as if it was normal to parade around in a costume in May. He was too into his character to speak. On the way back, we passed a little girl who was wearing a girly costume and dancing down the street with abandon. Each was in their own fantasy land on opposite sides of the street. The Thing and Snow White, living in parallel universes in the same suburb.

Makes me wonder. If I could be anyone who would I be?