I'm very proud to tell you that my younger son, Ben knows all his letters, letter sounds, and superheros.
Lately all of Ben's teachers have been telling Allyson how smart he is because he can count, and identify obscure letters, like Q and B, but fuck that shit.
If Ben's teachers only knew how many figures he could identify! I'm talking about characters from the 1940's, like Dr. Fate and the Vigilante. I'm talking about Captain Kirk, and Mr. Spock from Star Trek. I'm talking about Superman, and Batman. That's what really impresses me.
Some kids bring their stuffed animals to bed. Some kids have a blanket, but Benjamin Clark Anapolsky brings the Joker and Psycho-Pirate to bed with him. That's my son. Yep.
The other day Ben was sorting through a bag of Mattel Justice League figures and in the bag there were some Playmates Star Trek figures, and a couple of Marvel figures from another toy company. Ben didn't like those figures mixing with the Mattel figures so he started throwing them out of the bag. He wasn't angry about it and I've never told him that the Trek and Marvel figures were made by two other toy companies. He just inherently knew the proper course of action to take.
The first time I saw Ben walk: B.F.D. But when I watched him sort the bag like a seasoned pro a tear came to me eye. I sense big things for that kid.