Olivia often asks us to tie a bath towel or pillowcase around her neck so that she can play superhero. She then runs about with her “cape” trailing behind her, deciding on the situations befitting of a superhero’s presence. Having noticed the familiar getup when I got home from work this evening, I threw out what was supposed to be a rhetorical question.
“Olivia dear,” I started, “you’re a superhero again, huh?” She looked at me head atilt, then while angling her neck in the other direction, responded with, “I’m not a superhero, Daddy, I’m just a cutie pie.”
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