an obssession

My son was sitting next to me today as I studied for a research paper I am currently working on. With a brightly colored box of 8 Crayola Crayons and a small Mead notepad, he set busily to work. He showed me one piece of work he had finished - a large yellow rectangular shape, Superman, he announced. Why not, I thought. He stood up and placed one hand on his hip and the other reaching into the sky - "Superman!" he insisted. I laughed. Of course. My husband and I are superhero fans. We collect comic books, keep up with the authenticity of movies portraying our favorite heros, and use examples from nonexistent universes as allegories to explain real life feelings and circumstance.
So he wants to be Superman. I couldn't think of a better role model for a three year old. Well, he also wants to be a rocketship, but Superman will have to do for now.