His Grandma and Grandpa got him a Clark Kent outfit for his birthday.

I am not sure who loves it more, him or me.

My oldest, “do you want to be Jerel?

My youngest,”yes”

My oldest, “Jerrel does not play with toys!”

My youngest, “I am KID Jerel…”

I stepped in at this point. I felt like if my youngest was going to outsmart my oldest he should win…

(Jerel is Superman’s father in case you do not have boys or maybe not a nerd like I was. I actually bought a spiderman shirt from the boys dept. and wore it to a party before I was married. What can I say, I am cool.)

He was telling me to stop.

I started humming the superman theme song.

I knew he would have to turn into superman if I did.

He was trying to hide his identity.

I am pretty mean like that.

I provoke my children a lot.

Seems like there is a bible verse telling parents not to do that…