notes of jubilee

My sons are all about superheroes. At the moment, SpiderMan is the household favorite. Probably because he most closely resembles themselves: jumping and hanging off of things, often wielding soon-to-be projectile objects and leaving a trail of webby stickiness wherever they go.

They also have a few non-Marvelized super heroes with less than savory characteristics. Why, just today while eating pancakes (whole wheat with banana slices, in case you were wondering) they were laughing over the mini episode of Banana Man they were creating in between mouthfuls.

"Oh no! Banana Man has been syrupolzed! Who will save the city now?"

And on and on it went. Their energy is astounding; their creativity, often amusing.

But no matter what, in their book, Daddy is Numero Uno on the superhero charts. Daddy can do no wrong; even when they've been sternly disciplined, daddy still shines, unsullied. Mommy however is a different story. I can love on them and they eat it up, but the moment I have to discipline, forget it. Tarnished.

Well, I have some news for them. Mommy may have just topped the charts after all. I have scientific proof. Okay, okay the scientific part may be stretching it. But here it is nevertheless:


Your results:
You are Spider-Man

Spider-Man 80% Wonder Woman 55% Green Lantern 40% Superman 40% Robin 40% Hulk 35% The Flash 35% Supergirl 20% Iron Man 20% Batman 10% Catwoman 10%

You are intelligent, witty, a bit geeky and have great power and responsibility.