Our 3 and a half year old son loves to dress-up like a Super Hero.
We are at the point where he has interchangeable Batman, Super Man, Spiderman, and Green Lantern outfits with capes that I attach with little velcro stick-on squares every day.
This is his newest obsession:
The ironic thing is that our son, the fearless and brave Captain America, loves to pretend he is something other-worldly and supra/super-human every second of the day (to include bedtime where he sleeps wearing quick-relase capes), but he is deathly afraid of any unnaturally large figures in real life.
Take, for instance, our recent Chuck E. Cheese visit.
That is our son cowering behind me, on the look-out for the imposing, gigantic rodent.
Whenever Chuck E. Cheese comes out to greet party guests, we know.
The entire facility knows. All are alerted by the scream that would seem to signal some kind of mortal wound.
If he happens to be slamming gopher heads with that giant hammer when The Mouse emerges, he nearly dislocates his shoulders trying to get away- with instinctual fear-vice grips on the hammer as he tries to simultaneously dart toward us, his parent sanctuary from The Unnatural.
Last year, we attended a Chick fil-A family event. One of the attractions was the gigantic cow who frolicked with the children as they colored pictures of his trepidatious bovine brethren wearing persuasive sandwich boards beseeching us to eat something, anything, but THEM.
The PR Manager thought it would be a grand surprise for our then 2 and a half year old son to turn around to find the Chick fil-A Cow standing right behind him while he colored those timid creatures.
Oh, he WAS surprised.
The hysterics that ensued alarmed the entire restaurant.
Some families thought it was funny.
Some families thought paramedics must be on the way.
The PR Manager was horrified and worried we might sue for causing our child some sort of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
The Chick fil-A Cow was retired for the remainder of the event for fear of driving away customers because of our son’s unending wails.
And, just this past week, we attended a Christmas On The Potomac Event featuring human-filled characters from Shrek: Princess Fiona, the Ogre himself, Puss & Boots and the Gingerbread Man as the kids decorated Gingerbread Houses and sat on Santa’s lap while eating peppermint cookies, truffles and cotton candy.
Sounds like fun, right?
Here’s who he was hiding from.
But, then again.
There have been indicators that our son could be forever averse to the Unusually Large & Scary.
A year ago, our son clued us in on just how terrified he was of a large tooth mascot for a local dentistry at the Children’s Museum 4th of July Parade.
I have to admit, that thing was pretty creepy.
I, mean- cows who walk on two feet, a giant green hippopotamus-eared man with a speech pattern more odd than a toddler’s, and a sleepy-eyed mouse who wears baseball caps and knee pads really just aren’t NATURAL.
We’re not too worried about it.
It’s a double-edged foam pirate sword.
One day, he won’t be enchanted by Super Hero dress-up and the passing of this phase will likely coincide with the day that he sees those huge costumed creatures for what they truly are: just normal, everyday people who are probably sweating a lot under those cartoon layers.
HOW DO YOUR KIDS REACT TO LARGE COSTUMED CHARACTERS?