He Can Fly!

I just spent the last 10 minutes trying to convince little kid that he CAN NOT fly. He's certain that he can now that his muscles are growing so big and even though I've explained that muscle size does not relate to ability to fly since people can not fly, he keeps muttering about being a super hero and giving me dirty looks. I'm pretty sure he's going to jump from something soon.

He insisted on putting on a wife-beater tank top (slightly too small) so he could see his muscles and is also wearing cowboy boots and a cowboy hat. He wore a T-Rex pajama t-shirt, plaid shorts and cowboy boots to Big Kid's violin lesson today. It was adorably ridiculous and not worth fighting over.

Once he changed into the tank top, he picked up a heavy wooden stool and tried to carry it down the hall way (most likely to climb onto something to jump/fly from). He stumbled with it, put it down and sadly said, "I guess my muscles not as big as I sought," and stuck his lower lip out like he was going to cry. I assured him that his muscles were huge, especially in that shirt, and encouraged him to push the stool over to me so I could make sure he didn't jump from it.

"Why you not let me try to fly, mumum? I not get hurt. Dest watch!"

"No, little kid."

"Why not? Pwease?"

"We don't have insurance."

"We get some at Wal-mart! Okay? Den I fly?"

"Yep, then you can fly."

Living with a 2 year old is like living with someone continuously on drugs--they're dangerous, irrational, unpredictable, delusional and difficult to communicate with.