“Come play with us! I’m Superman, and Jake’s Spider-Man now!”
“That’s not how it works!” Jake protested. “We can’t mix superhero worlds.”
“We can in our family,” Tommy declared.
“We make our own rules!”
We joined our boys in the yard, capes flying, our laughter echoing off the fence.
At that moment, I realized something important: Isla might have designer costumes and a mansion, but we had a family that was actually super, not just playing dress-up.
Do you have any opinions on this? 🤔
