OK, to set the stage, I’m an atheist. My wife is Roman Catholic and that’s how the 2 kids are being schooled and raised. (With my complete agreement.)
So, a couple of nights ago as I’m putting the kids to bed and checking on them, my 8 year old son is found peering out the curtains pleading with God to grant him superpowers. Well, I certainly had a hard time keeping my smirks and guffaws to myself, but managed.
He turned around shortly thereafter and was mortified that I’d heard him. In fact he was so embarrassed that he cried. We calmed him down though.
Man, at his age I wished I was Batman! In fact I taught myself to sew because I was adamant that I could turn old cloth into Batman masks if I kept at it.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree I suppose.
Didn’t pursue it. I think he would have settled for anything that made him outstandingly different than his peers: fast, strong, flight, X-ray vision. The standard, ya’ know.
I hope he was specific, seeing as God’s idea of superpowers seems to be to be able to turn water into wine, and stone into bread. NOT very cool superpowers!
Hey, when he grows up, the water into wine thing would be really cool. I mean, I guess it would suck if you could only make table wine, but it would be pretty awesome to bust out a nice Chateau Neuf du Pape whenever you felt like it. And hey, you could even pick up some seltzer water and have Moet and Chandon.
“OK son, time to practice honing your powers. Last one tasted like a freaking Earnest Gallo. You better get me a Bordeaux or I’m putting you up for adoption.”
I accidentally ate some moldy food the other day…my daughter told me it’s just a matter of time before my superpower reveals itself as a result. I’m really hoping forone that’ll make me some money!
I wanted invisibility and the ability to fly, no silly cape needed… still waiting. I don’t recall asking God for that, though–I think I vaguely had the notion that the two managed different departments, so to speak. I think I wished, at every fountain or body of water with a penny.
I was Ray-Man. I could shoot a variety of rays out of the palms of my hands, heat rays, cold rays were the most prominent, but whatever the situation called for.
Spiderman here. I actually had thought up a scheme to make myself a costume and use magnets in the hands and feet to climb up metal buildings. Luckily I never got around to it, but I routinely climbed WAY up in any climbable tree I could find.
Well, I wanted to be Wonder Woman and grow up to marry Spiderman. I still absolutely adore Spiderman, and may be in the minority in liking the films. They haven’t been on par with the ones in my head, but…well, I would never have cast Kirsten as MJ – she sucks as a redhead. Oh, sorry, I digress. My 8 year old is often asking Santa Claus (we’re areligious, so there’s really no “god” or “gods” to ask, but Santa brings the best gifts at xmas, so, go figure, right?) for things like Super Mario Brothers’ style Fire Flowers, Super Mushrooms, etc. He did get a miniature super mushroom in his stocking, along with a 1up Mushroom tin of mints. That rocked, even if it didn’t give him super powers, he still liked it. He does know that it’s all make-believe, but he loves to play make-believe & I encourage it.
