I just came down from putting Alex to bed (what a Mama’s boy—Daddy’s not allowed to finish praying), and after I pray for God to make him grow into a good strong man, he says, “Yeah, Mommy, because I gonna be a big locomotive driver soon, and then I’m gonna be Superman! And when I’m done with that, I’ll be a drummer, and then—you know what?” His voice drops to a stage whisper of wiggly excitement. “I’m gonna be Superwoman!”
Kathleen M. Basi 