He cries out, “TAKE OFF!” and zooms past. I ask him, “Are you Superman?”
“Yeah…but no…I don’t have the powers.”
“I can’t fly,” he confesses, eyes to the floor.
“Oh,” I say it surprised. Then I note, “Superman also has super strength.”
His eyes light up,”YEAH! If I was Superman, I would fly and be super strong and kill weeds!”
“Uh. Okay,” I choke, with my eyes to the floor. I manage not to laugh and we both walk together, thinking about gardens, me and my Almost Superman.