You may be wondering why I chose the name Batman for my third son. Well, he does love Batman, and he does likes to pretend to be Batman. But, what really did it for me was when he was about two years old.
One day, I was driving the kids to school, and from the back of the truck I hear Edison call to me:
“Hey Mom, I have decided that when I grow up I want to be an artist, because I love art class.”
I responded with something affirming and encouraging to his dream of being an artist (Now, two years later, he is wavering between an artist and a plumber… can’t make this stuff up, people).
My first born, The General, then announced that he is going to build furniture for a living and started to describe his building procedures and the tools required.
Again, I added something encouraging and affirming about his vocational goals.
Duchess then told us all about how she is going to be a princess when she grows up. Her brothers were not impressed with her choice and proceeded to point out the error of her decision. However, she was not deterred and continued to describe, in detail, the different dresses she will wear.
After five minutes or so of highly animated conversation, the truck fell quiet.
I smiled to myself about how fun it was to hear their dreams, when from behind me, in a slow, deep, husky voice, I heard my two year old say:
“I be Batman.”
Seriously, you can’t make this kind of thing up.
