On our way home from a rather, “I’m gonna be THAT kid in Wal-Mart*,” trip to Wal-Mart:
The Baby: Mum’s superhero name is WeirdGirl
The Husband: Oh, yeah? What is Mum’s super power?
The Baby: Um, her powers are throwing up, fainting, and throwing herself in the river.
The Husband: Oh, yeah?
Mum: Whatever, man.
Like, seriously? Those are my super powers? I give birth to the kid, nourish him with my own body, and I get the super powers of a Harlequin romance character via Virginia Woolf?
*grabbing stuff on the shelves, yelling, and of course the non-stop talking