When Did the Magic Stop Being Magic
Last week I found myself in a disappointing conversation with The Kiddo. Apparently, Super Heroes don't exist. "Mo-om! They aren't real," he laughs as if I'd been hideously childish for a thirty-something year old.
Damn. I was hoping I could get a hold of Wonder Woman. She's got great, think, lustrous hair. I wanted her secret for such great looking locks. Not to mention Hawk Girl's biceps (or abs). There must be some girl super hero work out that can help with the waist line... dontcha think?
Honestly, I was thinking this conversation wouldn't happen until he was eight. Or maybe eighteen. Losing the magic in childhood is just plain disappointing. And there is too many magic-less parts about being an adult. Keeping the super heroes alive, meant he was still dreaming big thoughts. Reality set in--and all the crap that goes along with it.
Then again, maybe it's just the realization that we can't fly like Superman. Because, you know, The Chipmunks (Alvin--his favorite, Simon, and Theodore ) are real. They have CD of their music out to buy (and "Mom, I really, really, really want it. I know all the words!"). Didn't I know?
I'm thinking this calls for the JLB (Justice League Band) to hit the streets pronto. Seeing Batman front and center could call for a girls' night out in my book. And anything would be better than that high-pitched singing. It hasn't gotten any better than it was in the 80s.
Damn. I was hoping I could get a hold of Wonder Woman. She's got great, think, lustrous hair. I wanted her secret for such great looking locks. Not to mention Hawk Girl's biceps (or abs). There must be some girl super hero work out that can help with the waist line... dontcha think?
Honestly, I was thinking this conversation wouldn't happen until he was eight. Or maybe eighteen. Losing the magic in childhood is just plain disappointing. And there is too many magic-less parts about being an adult. Keeping the super heroes alive, meant he was still dreaming big thoughts. Reality set in--and all the crap that goes along with it.
Then again, maybe it's just the realization that we can't fly like Superman. Because, you know, The Chipmunks (Alvin--his favorite, Simon, and Theodore ) are real. They have CD of their music out to buy (and "Mom, I really, really, really want it. I know all the words!"). Didn't I know?
I'm thinking this calls for the JLB (Justice League Band) to hit the streets pronto. Seeing Batman front and center could call for a girls' night out in my book. And anything would be better than that high-pitched singing. It hasn't gotten any better than it was in the 80s.
Labels: kid wittisms, The Kiddo
