The vestigial sword shoved into a diaper that suggests limitations, the floppy hat with a pink bow, the "utility bags," and the horse-and-star sock is how he made his announcement in the kitchen Sunday morning. Joker beware.
This reminds me that my son, when about 3, would pull a pair of underwear over his head, thus transforming himself into a cow.
I think I'll start my crime spree somewhere else other than North Carolina as originally planned. Drats! Foiled again.
Serious stuff indeed. Makes me think of the lyrics to that old Jim Croce song: "You don't tug on Superman's capeYou don't spit into the windYou don't pull the mask off the old Lone RangerAnd you don't mess around with Jim, da do da do..."Oluminousmiseries.caonionboy.ca
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