He climbed up on the bar stool a year or so ago with a dish towel cape around his shoulders and said, "Mom, I'm Super man."
I smiled at him, he's so serious about everything, and said, "I know."
"Mom, I can fly" he says as he stands up and jumps off the bar stool. He lands and climbs back up on the bar stool, "Mom, I'm Super man, he says.
"I know" I reply.
"I can't fly, but I'm still Super man."
Joseph you'll always be my high flying Super man. Here are some pictures of Joseph's Super hero birthday party. All of his super hero pals are cousins and brothers.





1 comment:
Well said.
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