“Mom, I need a red cape,” Sean said to me this afternoon as I was standing at the kitchen sink trying to get dinner ready. “I’m going to be Superman!”
“Well, does it have to be red?” I asked. I had some red fabric in my fabric stash upstairs, but I didn’t want to stop what I was doing and dig it out. “You’ve got that swatch of material with the hearts on it in your toybox. Can’t that be a cape?”
He scowled at me.
“Mo-om!” he gunted at me in disgust. “Superman doesn’t have hearts on his cape! His cape is red!”
“Oh,” I said.
“Do you really think it’s the cape that makes Superman super?” I asked, stalling for time, hoping he’d reconsider the fabric conveniently located in the toy box.
He fell silent and looked down at the floor.
When he looked up again, he whispered, “No. It’s his heart.”
Wow, I thought. That’s good. Because I was going to say kryptonite.
And then I stopped what I was doing, went upstairs and dug out the red fabric for Superman’s cape.
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