So, yesterday, Daughter (who turns 5 in two days) admitted to me that she had superpowers.
This is something I've dreamed about for months - I've seen other children wearing capes and costumes, or defying gravity, or lifting cars over their little heads. "That would be *so cool*," I thought. "Superchildren are totally cool."
So I was trying to hide my excitement when Daughter said she had superpowers, and that she and her three friends in preschool are all superpowered together.
But then she said, "We're evil, though."
And I said, "What?"
And she said, "We're evil. With our powers."
And I said, "What do you? You're villains?"
And she said, "Yes, we're supervillains."
And I said, "Do you like rob banks? Try to overthrow the government?"
And she said, "No - when we're in the room together, we just... rock the place."
So, there it is. I have a supervillain in my house. She rocks the place. What do I do?
I feel like it's somehow incumbent on me to, you know, stop the villainy. On the other hand, I like it when the place is rocking, and besides, I'm kind of thrilled that she's a/ showing leadership potential (she's definitely running the gang) and b/ has superpowers.
Has anyone got advice for me? Anyone been through anything like this before? |
