(note: I swear this is not just a place for me to gush about my kids. I just happened to fire this blog up when we had a big snowstorm and with everyone stuck inside together – well, this is all that’s going down)

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Tonight I’m watching Scrubs and at the end of the intro when the lyrics, “I’m no Superman” happens, Little Man* walks by nonchalantly singing the song and he says, “I don’t know Superman.”

I dunno, it cracked me up.**

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* My son is 5 and I call him Little Man.

** Yes, becoming a dad makes you immediately lame. All your mojo is revoked before you even leave the delivery room. In fact, right now I’m wearing plaid pants pulled up to my nipples with my shirt tucked in.