The Joker Never Had to Face a Nose-Batarang

The other morning, as usual, my 3-year-old son crawled into bed with my husband and me while we were still sleeping. All of a sudden my husband croaked, “Ugh, did you just throw a booger at me?” In my half-asleep state I dismissed him, told him he was crazy, and rolled over. Well, a few minutes later as my son and I were walking downstairs for breakfast, he said, “I throw my nose-Batarang at the Joker.” It took a minute to sink in, and I asked him, “Did you throw a booger at Daddy?” He paused a moment, then said seriously, “Daddy was the Joker.”

It’s moments like these when we reap the benefits of indoctrinating a child in superheroes from birth. This is why my son finds a piece of my hair and makes it into Wonder Woman’s Magic Lasso, or why I have to hide my belts because they are turned into Princess’s Yo-Yo (from Battle of the Planets). My child’s imagination is brimming with superheroes and their magic accessories.

So I went up later to make the bed, and there it was, big as day – the booger. I must admit it was huge, at least big enough to be a batarang for one of his action figures. Let’s just hope it stops there and he never decides to use anything more gross!

~ by hurtfewabbey on June 5, 2008.