I was pushing my friends’ 4-year-old son Christien on a swing yesterday …
Him: Faster, Auntie Wendy, faster! Like a super hero!
Me: [pushing harder] Who’s your favourite super hero?
Me: Right on, Batman is awesome.
[A couple of minutes spent discussing Batman’s awesome vehicles and fighting prowess]
Me: What about Robin, do you like Robin?
Him: Who’s Robin?
Me: What do you mean ‘Who’s Robin?’ He’s Batman’s sidekick, you know “Batman & Robin.”
Him: Oh. Him.
Me: They hang out together, they fight crime together and they live together.
Me: Hmm. Well, because they’re friends.
Him: But Robin doesn’t have any super powers.
Me: Neither does Batman.
Him: Yes he does!
Me: No he doesn’t. He’s very smart and very rich so he’s got lots of gadgets and stuff that help him defeat the bad guys.
Him: But he can fly!
Me: No he can’t. He’s got a grappling hook, a Batcopter and a gliding cape but *he* can’t fly.
Him: But he has super strong! [thrusts fists through the air while swinging] Pow! Pow! Pow!
Me: No, he’s strong but it’s not super-strength. He’s got some really good armor and weapons, and a lot of fight training.
Him: He’s more brave.
Me: True, Batman is brave. You see, he feels he has nothing left to lose and a man who feels he has nothing to lose has very little fear.
Him: HE HAS SUPER POWERS!!!
Me: Okay, okay, he has super powers! [under breath] He has the super power of independent wealth.
Him: What did you say?
Me: Oh nothing, [pushes harder] look — you’re flying just like Batman!