I am, I am, I am superman
So we were out and about yesterday evening, and one place we went into had a large cut-out of a flying Superman suspended from the ceiling. Vivian looked up, pointed, and said, “Daddy!”. What more could I possibly ask for on Father’s Day?
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that was nice to read…it made me smile, and i needed that.
Comment by kim — 6/19/2006 @ 1:56 pm
So…when do we get to see the big red S on your chest. That was really a great feeling, I would imagine. Did she really think it looked like you; was she surprised to see a flying man, or does she have a thing for Superman? Just wondering, but the timeing was just right! Love you…and we’ve always thought you were superman…us:-)
Comment by Dad and Mom — 6/19/2006 @ 9:36 pm
Ohhhhh, what a wonderful moment that must have been! Little Vivi has a great Daddy and she knows it! Love, Gary and Bonnie
Comment by The other Mom and Dad — 6/28/2006 @ 9:49 am
That’s great that she adores you like that! Great story
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Comment by Benjamin — 8/16/2006 @ 12:56 pm