When I was a kid, I loved superheroes. I still do. Big surprise, so does my son. Spiderboy’s fascination started about two years ago when he discovered my superhero action figure collection. They were only a couple dollars each so I started collecting them. Back then, Spiderboy only had a mild interest. This changed before he turned three. He fell in love with superheroes and claimed my collection as his own. Then the arms of my action figures started breaking off. I’m sure it was just a coincidence or as my son likes to tell me, “The arms fell off by themselves.”
When my son wakes up each morning, he “saves the day” by piling pillows on top of me and then jumping on me. I just want to sleep. Can’t he save the day with mommy? After Spiderboy is done saving the day, he and I engage in epic battles with his superhero toys. Apparently, my son’s team has the power to smack me with a nerf ball when I’m not expecting it. Cheater.
Throughout the day my son shoots web at
his sisters imaginary bad guys and sometimes he even pretends he’s the bad guy (should I be concerned?). When I tuck him in at night, he wants me to read comic books to him. I got tired of reading them every night so I hid them and told him they were lost. Bad daddy. Bad daddy. At night, my son also tells me which superhero toys he wants for Christmas (that would be everything that he does not already have). He started doing this the day after his birthday…in June…that’s more than six months before Christmas. Did I mention he tells me EVERY NIGHT?
While my son has a passion for superheroes, he has no interest in learning his ABC’s, counting, drawing, or writing. I’m beginning to think his obsession with superheroes is interfering with his ability and desire to learn. Unless things change, my son is going to have a long career working at a comic book store when he grows up. I guess he’ll me living with mommy and daddy forever. I hope he still won’t be jumping on me every morning.
Take a look at the photo of Spiderboy below. All my son has to do is color shapes or trace over letters in his workbook. Instead, he cries. I bet the Silver Surfer didn’t cry when he did homework. BTW, have I ever mentioned that when I was a kid, I wanted to be struck by lightning so I could have Lightning Lad’s super powers?