While this could be an entry on my husband, Adam, who is hard working, kind, helpful, funny, and a great father, it is an entry on THE Mr. Fantastic–the Marvel Superhero. The boys have thankfully given Star Wars a rest for a while and have begun instead a detailed study of superheroes. We checked out some books from the library before our trip and they made careful examination of all the pictures and conducted an intensive interview on the journey regarding each character’s powers and abilities. This was supplemented by a visit to Uncle Jon and Aunt Miranda’s house where Uncle Jon has many models of the subject all painstakingly hand painted. His expertise filled in where my super powers of explanation ended and he even rewarded their interest with their very own model Spider-Man.
On the return trip the discussion continued and we were all assigned a character to role play. They were intrigued with Rogue who can take on other mutants’ powers and I think just a bit put out that she is a girl, but were happy enough with letting me be her and dictating who I should touch to get different powers. They also are quite taken with Mr. Fantastic who can stretch himself to immeasurable distances. The funniest moment in the whole superhero discussion was as we were stopped on the side of the road for a bathroom break (traveling with boys has its advantages). As a certain boy (who shall remain nameless so as not to be embarrassed by this story when he’s older) was peeing in a plastic bottle, he looked at me and asked what could only be a logical question in this situation after such intensive study: “Can Mr. Fantastic stretch his penis?”