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Sam is obsessed with superheroes. He likes to dress up in a pull-up and a cape, which is actually the blue storage bag from his foldy tent. He calls himself “The Blue Lanter.” NOT “The Blue Lantern.” (I’ve explained to him that “lanters” don’t exist. He doesn’t care.) A plastic sword tucked into the pull-up completes the ensemble. Apparently, his superpower is housework.

Sam is obsessed with superheroes. He likes to dress up in a pull-up and a cape, which is actually the blue storage bag from his foldy tent. He calls himself “The Blue Lanter.” NOT “The Blue Lantern.” (I’ve explained to him that “lanters” don’t exist. He doesn’t care.) A plastic sword tucked into the pull-up completes the ensemble. Apparently, his superpower is housework.

After Sam’s basketball game this morning, he and I went to the laundromat to wash a rug. Sam brought some coloring books and crayons, and while we coloring as we waited for the rug to dry, he looked at me and said, “I love this day!” I told him I loved it, too.

While we waited as the lady who was cutting Sam’s hair answered a phone call, Sam and I had the following conversation…

Me: “Sam, look at all that hair… That was on your head.”

Sam: “Is the red part from the blood?”

Me: “No, buddy, your hair is just kinda red. There isn’t any blood.”

Sam: “Oh.”