so, we’re driving home, and my daughter says, “hey, dad. did you know that at Denny’s, kids eat free?” I told her that no, I did not know that and was she hungry. She said she was, and I looked at the clock. 3:15 pm. Damn. Too early for dinner. Sorry, my six year old reader.
then, listening to our friend
And my daughter says, “it’s not easy to be SUPERMAN? I mean, all you gotta do is fly around and save people.”
And I say, “Well, maybe he’s lonely, since there’s no one else like him.”
And she says, “He’s got Supergirl, and Super Woman, I mean Wonder Woman, and Batman, and his PARENTS. You know, the ones that FOUND him.” All of this in a duh-dad-don’t-you-know-anything voice.
I just laughed, and said she had a point, and yeah, why was Superman all whiney about being him, anyway.