For instance--he is very into super heroes right now. Super man, batman, spider man; these are Gods to my child. He worships them, along with the Super Why cast, and my husband (who he has also decided is a super hero because he fights bad guys and puts them in grown up time out--aka jail.)
I, of course, do the exact same thing as hubby, but am not classified in the super hero category, for reasons I haven't yet figured out.
Perhaps mommys are separate and apart from the rules that otherwise govern the classisfication of superheros. Or it could be that he's penalizing me for snorting with laughter every time he brings up his favorite subject--super heros.
I'd be sadder about this, except for one small factor.
The kid cannot say super.
So...Spiderman, Batman and hubby are all--wait for it--stupor heros.
Not in my household. Thats right--we have Stupor man.
He'd rescue folks--if he weren't in such a stupor.
Okay, I know I'm juvenile. But it cracks me up!
I think I'm good with not being a stupor hero. I'm addicted to caffine already. Who knows what I'd need to get me going if I was classified as stupor woman....