Maxfield is at the age where he is discovering superheroes. As a recovering comic book addict/geek I could not be happier. If there were a topic, that I know a ton of information about, which I can pass down to my kids, it would be superheroes. I can’t wait to show him my wedding video and pictures.
Before his discovery of Spiderman, Superman and the Justice League, when I got home from work, he and I and Wyatt would wrestle, or play trains, or wrestle, or play trains, or wrestle. Now, when I come home Max’s first choice is to play Superheroes.
Max will tell me who he is, such as the Hulk or Spiderman and then I would have to tell him who I was going to be. Sometimes I am tired and I try to convince him that I am Nap-Man, or the Couch-inator, or Captain Lay on the Floor. He doesn’t fall for it and he assigns me my character.
Most times I am the bad guy like Doc Oc or the Joker. In my head, I am upset, because for my entire life I always wanted to be the superhero, but I play along and I let him tie me up with imaginary ropes as he throws laser beams at me.
Last night, Max decided that there would be a “pretend” villain and that he and I would be the heroes. He elected to be Robin and I could be “the guy that helps Robin”. As we played Wyatt Blue came into the room crying that Lauren refused him a snack before dinner. Max, in full superhero mode, ran up to Wyatt and asked if he was okay and told him not to worry because we were superheroes. Wyatt cried a bit more.
Max turned to me, and this is a moment that I hope I will not forget, and said, “What should we do, Batman?”
And for the next 20 minutes I WAS Batman.