I'll show you mine if you show me yours....

So my beautiful son Ethan has convinced me that we should all be superheroes. Anyone who knows my son knows that he is more than infatuated with superheros, Spiderman in particular. All day long he runs around (most days in full Spiderman costume) warding off evil villians, shooting his web, and protecting me from the bad guys. I have to tell you is melts my heart to no end when he"saves" me from the bad guys and smothers me in kisses all day. Yesterday, as I watched my Spiderman tear thru the house on a mission, I remembered when I was young how badly I wanted to be Wonder Woman. To be able to kick butt and stand for good (and ok I won't try to kid you.. be tall,gorgeous, and wear ass kicking boots) is what originally attracted me to want to be her. But now looking closer I realize it was more about the power she wielded. She was a woman who took charge and was in control. Somewhere along the way I stopped pretending to be Wonder Woman. But now as I watch my son living the life of a superhero, I find myself wanting to be Wonder Woman again. To join him in his quest.It looked like too much fun and let's face it, I still want to be her deep down... so today when he starts his battle against all those who are evil, I will be joining him. Ass kicking boots and all!