I was, admittedly, ignoring my children. They were quiet, in the play room, and I took the opportunity to check my email.
After a moment, I heard the familiar breathing and swooshing sounds of a baby crawling in. He murmured and so, I turned around.
This, THIS is what I saw:
The combination was surprising and funny. Batman and Bunny…
I think we were all impressed with Batman Quinten (that’s what he’s making us call him now, seriously) and his flying capabilities.
To summarize, my two year old is running around in socks, undies, and a batman cape I didn’t know we had. He is yelling “BATMAN QUINTEN”, and he’s telling me to touch his cape, because it’s soooo soft. He’s asking me to help him fly up in the sky one time.
“One time please, come on, one time, prease, fry me up in da sky.”
I’m off to fry someone up in da sky.
“Come on, do it. I have my wings out. Get ready.”
I love my job.