At his request, each morning three-year-old Ray’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,” Ray’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 Ray his name.
“Superman,” he answered politely and without pause.
The teacher smiled, cast an appreciative glance at his mother, and asked again, “Your real name, please.”
Again, Ray 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, Ray 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.”
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My uncle had a super man cape when he was little. He jumped off the roof of the house thinking he could fly. Apparently he didn’t read that tag that said “this cape can’t make you fly, only superman can fly.” Oops.
Oops indeed. There must have been too much Kryptonite nearby. ;-D! Welcome to my online home. May it ever be an oasis for you.
Russ
PS I have a longtime (33 years!) friend with the surname Orlowski. She lives in the San Francisco Bay Area. Any possible relation? If I recall correctly, the name relates to eagles in some way. If your uncle had that surname and the superman cape, he had two things going for him when he tried to fly. I guess he needed three. A plane perhaps? ;-D!
This reminds me, I am forever telling my husband, he is NOT superman and he can’t fly…..(yes, he may wear a cape now and then, but I didn’t say that) 😉
HAHAHA! Sometimes men need to feel a little like Superman now and then. Please try to humor us when you can and when we’re not doing something too stupid. I believe that most women don’t really want to only be married to Clark Kent. A little Superman once in awhile can be a good thing. ;-D!
Word ^^^^–I want to fly, too! Always have…:)
We all fly my friend we just stay in these shells to stay grounded. ;). Beautiful post I remember that day completely!
:-D!
Russ
Me too. While sleeping, I have occasionally dreamed of flying, floating off the ground, lying horizontal, and based on how I positioned my arms and body I could change direction, increase speed, etc. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to do. I love those dreams.
Russ
So adorable…I can just picture the scene…Ray, his mother and teacher…Diane
:-D! Thank you for your comment, Diane.
Russ