This morning I invited Joshua (age 4) to walk out to the mailbox with me. He said he'd wait for me in the garage. In my playful voice, I said, "O.K. and make sure you get all the bad guys before I get out there." You see Joshua IS Superman. (I don't want to break the hearts of thousands of other little boys out there who think they are, so don't tell them that there's a kid in Texas who really is.)

Joshua said back to me, in his "Daddy, stop being silly" voice, "There's no such thing as bad guys, Daddy. They're not real."

I didn't have the heart to correct him.