Living with a Superhero

I have often wondered how Robin felt being second fiddle to Batman.  It couldn't have been easy for him to be standing gallantly - waiting in his crime fighter attire to snap into action - only to have everyone say the same thing to him "Where's Batman ". The pain the boy must have felt at not being recognized as a super hero - it is a pain ony he and mothers can understand.  It's like when a child bounces in carrying a broken toy car- The mother reaches for it  in an attempt to help possibly fix it only to be shot an annoyed look by  a young child " Where's Dad?"

I live with Super Dad and his fan club and while usually its okay- after his 4th or 5th heroic deed in a day  that has fans chanting " GO SUPER DAD GO " - I just want to wrap his cape around his neck. You see like Robin , I am SuperDad's little Superhero helper.  I could never live up to his reputation or do the wonderous things he does but occasionally I am needed.

This morning I decided to help assemble a complicated toy for my kids  They were happy and offered support . I was struggling along and eventually would have gotten it together. Granted they might have been too old to play with it , but I would have eventually prevailed. Then "HE" appeared in the doorway and my collective group of kids turned on me. " SUPER DAD is here!!!!! Heee can fix it. So he swooped down and in seconds had put together the toy  " YEAH SUPER DAD"

Later that day I was trying to figure out how to do a craft project Jacob needed for school. He had to cover a shoe box with paper and decorate it. I was still planning when I heard spraying and laughing. I went to find the HERO had   gone into his secret compartment of  superhero tools and pulled out spray glue that I didnt even know we had. Quicker than a speeding bullet he assembled Jacobs box. -

Usually while he does his superhero feats  I sit in my obligitory spot  to do my super hero job.You see while I dont save art projects , assemble toys , put together bunk beds, lift heavy objects or do wonderous breakfasts with egg- I hold the information the children seek. I usually know where Dad is. So  as Super Dad's second in command it's my super duty to point the young needy ones in his direction "Where's Dad" " In the garage" " Mom Where did Daddy? g....- " Upstairs"  " Have you seen D.....? - "Down in the basement "  Most times I cut them off before they finish. I don't even bother to ask who they are looking for. Usually their needy face tells me they need a hero and by the look I get - I know that hero is not me.

 I guess sometimes it's a little disappointing not to be the one with the glory and Superdad keeps telling me I'm jealous.  But really, why would I be jealous? While he may get to wear the cape and get the glory - what the kids dont realize is that SUPER MOM tells him which cape to wear!