The metamorphosis of a superhero:
Me: Peanut, come up for lunch, please.
P: Can’t. I’m working on a map of Rexington D.C.
M: Rexington D.C.?
P: Here it is. The picture of Rexing D.C.
M: Rexing D.C., eh?
P: No. [articulating as though I’m learning the language] Ruxing D.C.
M: I see. Tell me about this. Looks like you worked really hard on it.
P: I didn’t have to. I’ve seen Ruxing D.C. It’s like kind of a wolf and kind of a coyote. The best kind of dog.
M: I see. Ruxing D.C.
P: No. Rexing D.C.
M: Right. A wolf kind of coyote kind of dog.
P: Right. My friend Rexing D.C. He’s like my superhero powers.
Um, okeedokee. There you have it. A map of a picture of a canine friend that offers superhero powers.
Maybe my super power could be getting through the rest of preschool with my budding storyteller/coyote/superhero/dog nation’s capitol.
Surviving Rexington D.C.
Coming this summer from somewhere north of Hollywood.