5 years, 1 month.
(Fortunately, we lucked out, and only had to pay $13 to park. In downtown Nashville, that’s a good deal.)
I was wearing my new Superman baseball cap that you and Mommy got me for Christmas. As I was outside in the parking lot finalizing our parking space, you asked Mommy, “What if people think Daddy is Superman because he’s wearing that? What if they start crowding around him?”
This was a legitimate concern to you; that the tourists of downtown Nashville would be stopped in their tracks by the presence of the real Superman.
How would they spot me? Because of my Superman logo on my hat; as opposed to my shirt, were the Superman logo is usually displayed.
Never mind that Superman would be more like 6’4” and 220 pounds, whereas I’m 5’9” and 155 pounds.
Still, in your mind, I could pass as Superman.
If I allowed myself to, I could let that go to my head.
I also learned that same day, that you believe Batman, as well as Superman, are not simply fictional super heroes, but actually real people.
As you saw the “Batman building”, as we Nashvillians call it, you proclaimed, “Daddy, I wonder if Batman really sleeps up there on top of the Batman building?”
So in your mind, not only is Batman a real person, but he happens to live in the center of downtown Nashville.
I love the way you think. I love the thought of a version of reality in which not only legendary superheroes walk among us, but also where I, your Daddy, could possibly be mistaken for one.
But in your mind, it works. I am Superman.