Outer Space…

This morning, as I was frantically dressing Jake in his snow pants, I uttered under my breath “If Quinn misses his bus today, I am going to be really pissed off.”

Jake: “Pissed off to outer space, Mom?”

Me (laughing): “Yah, Jakey. Pissed off to outer space.”

Jake: “3-2-1… Blast off!”… “You can’t go to outer space, you don’t have any capes!”

Me: “Nope. No capes.”

Jake: “I have capes, but they are big boy capes. You need Mom capes. We don’t have any Mom capes.”

Me: “Nope. No Mom capes.”

Jake: “So you can’t go to outer space. Sorry, Mom.”

Jake in his big boy Superhero cape, taken several weeks before this conversation.