Last night we had a birthday celebration extravaganza for Malachi and Israel, which included Blackjack Pizza, TWO cakes, homemade ice cream, and spiderman suits.
Yes, after a long wait, both boys now each have their very own Spidey suits, complete with masks.
One suit is the standard red and blue, the other is the black one, which could either be Spidey's alter ego or the bad guy, Venom. Now at least when they hit each other they'll have a good reason. Spiderman's gotta fight the bad guys right? And the bad guy has to fight back. Superhero 101.
The catch is that my two little Spidermen will not take off their suits. They eat in them. They sleep in them. They play in them. If I let them, they would bathe in them. If they continue this way, that may be the only way to get both them and the suits clean all at one time.
I know that eventually, I am going to have to take away their suits and hide them in a secret place for another time. I know they will, in their quest to be just like Spiderman, probably fight with each other more often. There will be yelling and kicking and hitting and crying. And there is a good chance that they will, at some point, fight over the suits, who gets black and who gets red. But for now, they are just happy, and that makes me happy.