Demon Baby is FASCINATED by superpowers. He is convinced that one karate chop from him will render any monster powerless. He thinks he can shoot fire from his fingertips. Defeat dragons. You name it. He wants the world to be afraid of him. VERY afraid.
And, in fact, we are.
Now, I might add, he is growing up with a mom who . . . well, runs things. So I think he sees me as some sort of superpower mom. Call me Wonder Woman.
So we were driving to the Food Bank to bring donations, and he was in his car seat--naked. Well, underwear only. And I looked in the rearview mirror and he was pinching his chest.
"What are you doing?"
"Pinching my boobs."
"You don't have boobs."
"Well, what do you call THESE?"
"Those are nipples, and boys have them, but only girls and trannies have boobs, so . . . you don't have boobs."
"But boobs are superpowers."
"I like to think so, yes, but sorry, you still don't get them."
"I want superboobs to add to my superpowers."
"Stick with the Karate Chop of Death."
But I still notice him eyeing my obvious superpowers.