My little hero.
Always on watch and ready to battle evil, and by evil I mean me, the super human super villain more commonly known as Mommy, aka the Meanest Mommy in the World, aka You (with a capital Y), aka Mean Mommy Pants, aka Person with Boobies (however this one was immediately retired for overt inappropriateness).
Although, I spend a disproportionate amount of time as the evil he is battling, I feel that my supersonic hearing, x-ray vision, and ability to heal quickly are no true match for him (but, shhh, he hasn't quite figured it out yet!).
Right now we're in the egotistical-no-one-can-possibly-be-more-important-than-me-puleez phase of preschoolerhood.
Won't be long, though before the I-know-everything-because-I'm-a-teenager-and-I'm-WAY-smarter-and-more-informed-than-you phase shows up.
But, guess what Mr. Know-It-All, I've got my MySpace Page, I Tweet, I watched the Teen Choice Awards on Monday, I'm hip, I'm cool (envision bald headed Dr. Evil doing Macarena), so I'm SO ready for it.
Okay, so maybe I'm not ready for it all.
This worship-me-mommy-and-my-family-of-lowly-peasants preschool phase is suddenly not looking so bad!
