I am Ironman.......

Taxes, homework, deadlines, lining up gigs, potty training.... I hate when real life gets in the way of fun. I haven't blogged for a month. Kept meaning to, just didn't. No excuses (other than the ones listed above).

I love superheroes. Mostly movies and an occasional cartoon. Don't read the comic books anymore since they don't cost 25 cents. I am pumped about Ironman. Been singing the Ozzy song and cheering for the trailer when it rolls on tv.

Kid conversation in the car Thursday.

"Does Ironman sew?", said my three year old.

"What," said Mr. Clueless.

"Does Ironman sew? she repeated.

"Honey, I don't understand what you are asking," says Professor Potty (me).

"Does he sew or just iron?", said Super Pee-Pee Girl.

I almost wrecked the car in my laughter. She wanted to know what I was laughing at. I told her I just remembered a funny joke. I can't bear the thought of laughing at her. That shouldn't bother me, since some day she will be laughing at my dress socks with sneakers. Or my tube socks with the colored hula hoops around the top. Or my.........