“Where are we going today?” asks my husband in a deep voice while holding the Superman doll.
“Swimming! The beach!” the babies shout.
“Okay then. Let’s get in the car. Come on, Supergirl! Get in the car!” My husband switches to a falsetto. “No, I want mommy to strap me in. No no no. Crying. Waaaaah. I’m going to cry!”
The babies look up, confused.
“No, Supergirl. Mommy doesn’t have to always strap you in. Sometimes Daddy straps you in. If you are going to cry, we’ll just stay home. Okay, fine. We’re staying home.”
“No!” the babies shout. “Go beach! Go beach, Supergirl!”
“Well,” my husband says, “tell Supergirl that daddy can strap her in sometimes and that there’s no crying.”
“Supergirl, Daddy strap you. No crying. Go beach!”
And off Superman and Supergirl go to the beach to have wonderous adventures.