One the way to church this week, the boys were brainstorming what talents they would have if they were superheros. We had a lot of fun with it–this is what they came up with:
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The Inquisitor has mad rapid-fire-stream-of-consciousness-interrogation skills. He will question and question evil-doers to the point of exhaustion, just as our eldest son does his parents. Also known under the aliases The Interruptor or The Interjector… All very appropriate for son # 1…
Legoman has an incredible aptitude for design and fabrication. He will build complex fortresses around unsuspecting badguys… Son #2 is also known as Disgustor for his penchant for potty humor, especially involving toilets…or stuff that normally is reserved for toilets. Bad guys will be trapped in complex Lego labyrinth-type fortresses and driven to the brink of madness trying to escape while being pelted with a flurry of fart jokes.
The Socializer is a jovial superhero with absolutely no volume control or concept of personal space… Coincidentally Son #3 has no volume control or concept of personal space. Bad guys will be rendered either deaf and completely bonkers, or they will not see him circling their legs and trip over him to their inevitable undoing…
The boys initially deemed the baby The Terrorizor, because he touches all his brothers’ things. But really, ALL the boys touch everything they can and, therefore, would qualify as Terrorizors…The baby’s largest talent to date is the ability to charm the unsuspecting and wrap them around his little finger so as to do his bidding. The baby shall be known as Super G, until future talents become known…as of right now, he is earning the name Lou, which is short for Louisville Slugger, due to his ability to make his views known to his brothers through brute force.
Hubby has self appointed himself as Dr NO…. As in, “Hey Dad…can I..” No! “But I just…” NO! “Awww, one time please…” NO! Go to your room! Dr NO shows no mercy, and is even less tolerant Friday nights after a long work week or when prodded first thing in the morning… On some occasions, he is known as The Heavy. Hmmm, could have two meanings…
I have been dubbed The Orchestrator due to my penchant for wearing many, many hats: as primary director of social activities, I keep all schedules; feed the crew; administer love, and lay down the law when appropriate; I also keep the laundry and grocery fairies in check, because those chicks are always slackin’ off. Bad guys may cross my path, but they would just as quickly find themselves in an indefinite timeout…no one crosses The Orchestrator.
