George has loved Superman for a while now, but it has been taken to a new level lately. Both boys would rather pretend to be Superman than almost anything else. Up until Saturday when we finally got him a new Superman costume, George continued to squeeze his body into the same infertility-inducing costume as much as possible.
How on Earth he could wear this and not be horribly uncomfortable is beyond me. I guess it's worth the pain to be the Man of Steel. (and could it be any more stained? it needs to be burned)
Tonight when Sean got home from work, the boys got a taste of what flying must really feel like when Sean threw them higher in the air than most people would be comfortable with.... but the boys could not get enough.
