"Mom, if you could have one power that's not a superpower, what would it be?" little kid asked at the dinner table tonight.
I thought about it for a moment, trying to size up what a non-superpower power would be, when Big Kid confidently answered, "I'd want to be able to spit really far so I could spit on people I don't like without them knowing. They'd never suspect it could be me because I'd be way over there. It would be perfect."
He knew instantly. As if he'd been waiting his entire life for this opportunity to share.
"Hm. Interesting answer. I was gonna go with art or singing but maybe I should think more along the lines of spitting on enemies."
"I'd pick art or I'd level up on charisma," little kid said. He had been waiting to answer -- all of these questions are designed for us to hear his answers. I (mostly) love them.
"Level up on charisma? You have charisma." I told him.
"I got so much charisma. But I need more," he leaned out of his seat into my face, until we were nose to nose. "I like the girls," he hissed in my face, "and the girls like the charisma."
"True, they love that but you already have it," I laughed. "You like girls?" Both of my boys are "young" for their ages -- or so I like to think.
He grinned back at me. "Uh, everyone in fifth grade has their own little crush, mom."
He nodded, looking smug.
"Wow. Who is she? Do I know her? Would I like her? Is she pretty? Wait, wait, is she smart? Funny?"
"You don't know her and you won't know her, but would I have a crush on a girl who isn't all of those things? I got standards, lady." He turned his attention to Big Kid and said, "What I want to know is if bub has a crush."
I turned, fascinated to hear the answer but bracing myself for a fight because this isn't a subject Big Kid likes.
"Honestly, I hate everyone equally," Big Kid said.
"Seriously, dude? You don't like anyone?"
"I mean, I'm guessing there are human beings that exist outside of my school that perhaps I could one day enjoy the company of, but otherwise, no."
"Bro, you got to get you a crush! Get you a nice girl! A cute girl! One who smiles when she sees you!"
"Uh, why can't we just stick to me spitting long distances at my enemies?"
"Yeah, baby, do that. In fact, I'm going with that too, singing is kind of overrated," I agreed.
So, little kid will level up his charisma as Big Kid and I hone our long distance spitting skills, and it all feels really right.