Oh look a kindred spirit...
Ry
At his request, each morning three-year-old Ry's mother
pinned a bath towel to the back shoulders of his size two T-
shirt. Immediately in his young imaginative mind the towel became
a brilliant magic blue and red cape. And he became Superman.
Outfitted each day in his "cape," Ry's days were packed with
adventure and daring escapades. He was Superman.
This fact was clearly pointed out last fall when his mother
enrolled him in kindergarten class. During the course of the
interview, the teacher asked Ry his name.
"Superman," he answered politely and without pause.
The teacher smiled forgivingly, cast an appreciative glance
at his mother, and asked again, "Your real name, please."
Again, Ry answered, "Superman."
Realizing the situation demanded more authority, or maybe to
hide amusement, the teacher closed her eyes for a moment, then in
a voice quite stern, said, "I will have to have your real name
for the records."
Sensing he'd have to play straight with the teacher, Ry slid
his eyes around the room, hunched closer to her, and patting a
corner of frayed towel at his shoulder, answered in a voice
hushed with conspiracy, "Clark Kent."
By Joyce Meier |
