Superman ran up and down our passages today. He screamed:
"I am Superman!" Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.
Then he would run and jump off the bed, screaming:
"Superman flying!" Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.
Afterwards he would purposefully run into the walls, screaming:
"Oh no, Batman pushed Superman!" Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.
It wasn't long before he jumped around hitting and kicking the air, screaming:
"Superman hit Batman! Superman kick Batman!" Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.
After a long afternoon of playing Superman, he finally passed out cold. Sleeping on the kitchen floor.
Maybe, just maybe, I should mention to his father that we might have watched Batman VS Superman one too many times.
