Spencer's (Not So) Secret Identities

For months, somewhere between turning 2.5 and lasting until he was 3.5 , we didn't live with Spencer, we lived with the following people:



















Now, this wasn't just every once in awhile. We're talking first thing in the morning to forcing him to put real pajamas on (even though most of his pajamas could have doubled as costumes). We would wake up in the morning to a lil boy holding a costume begging us to help him put it on. He would then race out of the room yelling any of the following, "Batman to the rescue", "Ta da daa", "Where's the fire? Mom, do you need help?", "I'm a knight in shining armor", or my favorite "Psshewww!" (the sound one makes when shooting webs from his finger tips). Unmasked, he would correct us if we didn't refer to him as Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, or Peter Parker if he was still in hero-mode. Needless to say, he learned some self-dressing skills early on after we all refused to help him with his 8th costume change of the day. And, I am truly sorry to his Aunt Rachael and Aunt Lisa for all the times they babysat the little guy who would walk in and immediately say, "Aunt Wesa, where are the costumes?" "Yahee, where are Colton's costumes?"


We seem to have outgrown this phase, but our superhero obsession hasn't decreased. The other day in the car he asks, "Mom, do we have superheroes in our town?" I thought for a minute and said, "Yea, actually we do." I didn't know what to say however when the questioning continued with, "Well, why don't we ever see them?" and "Why don't they ever save the day?"