My daughter made her own mask from paper, tape, marker, and string. I’m not sure what she was going for, but I think she looks legitimately creepy when wearing it.
I asked her if she is a superhero when wearing the mask. Her response:
“Daddy, you know me. I’m just Clara. But that’s pretty great, too.”
Even better than a superhero.
Unless she could fly and stuff. That would be better, but still.
My daughter’s superhero outfit consists of a pink cape, pink rain boots, a wicker hat, and a broom.
It may seem odd, but is it really any stranger than a unitard with the underwear on the outside?
In addition to my fairly useful super powers is one that is no less extraordinary but useless. Whenever I wake up in the middle of the night, for whatever reason, I can accurately state the time within fifteen minutes of the actual time, and oftentimes much more accurately than that.
Every time, without exception.
How I manage this is a mystery to me.
But an even bigger mystery:
How am I ever going to use this super power to defeat evil?
