You’re Not Ready to Be a SuperHero

While playing Batman and Robin with Brandon, I heard Ryan tell Brandon “Just forget it. You’re not ready to be a super hero like me.  It was a good try, maybe you’ll be a super hero tomorrow.”

Brandon wondered what he could do to be a better Robin.

“It’s simple, Brandon!  All you have to do is learn to fight villains better! Wait til I tell Superman about this.  And don’t forget, don’t tell anybody about my secret identity because if you do? Then my secret identity is off and we’re gonna be in so much trouble with the law.”

 

The Ice Cream Incident: “I’m Going to be BATMAN!”

At the ice cream place, Ryan was playing tag with Brandon and being Ryan, tripped over his own feet and landed face first on a group of bikes.  When he turned around I thought his entire face was bleeding.  It was gushing like a geyser out of his forehead but you couldn’t tell because it was everywhere- and he was spitting it out of his mouth, screaming.   Brandon was having a full on panic attack- grabbing his chest, crying about his brother dying.  I grabbed a stack of napkins and held them to Ryan’s forehead, and our good friend Erin drove us to the hospital.

We had to drug Ryan for a catscan because of course he can’t sit still at all even on a good day, and I swear he turned into my dad after a few beers. At one point he threw his arm into the air and said “I’M GOING TO BE BAAAAAAAAAAAAATMAN for HALLOWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!”   And he begged the catscan guys to give him “another ride. that was the best ride ever!” (The bed he was on for the catscan moved 2 inches forward and 2 inches backward for a total of 1 min before it was over.)

They pushed him from one room to the other on a hospital bed, to which he was yelling through the halls,  “FASTER, FASTER! WHEEEEEEEEEEEE GO FASTER!”  The nurses were clutching their stomachs and literally doubled-over with laughter.

The drugs also meant he didn’t realize too much when they were stitching him together.  They gave him needles to numb it, which he said hurt but they had him wrapped up like a burrito in a sheet and they were great at talking to him to distract him. I sat nearby but out of sight (I can’t do stitches. I’m only good with gushing blood water fall geysers… I mean, I would have stood next to him if he was panicking but he was totally calm and drugged).

The second they started working on him he says, “Apparently, this causes me to need to excuse me. I have to pee.”

I hoped the doctor was able to continue stitching his forehead through her laughter.

They told Ryan he’d have to wait a few more minutes before he could use the bathroom.  He said he sure hoped he could, but that he couldn’t make any promises.    So then he told everyone “I have a magnet song” and the doctor asked him, “Really?  How does that go?”  And he starts singing at the top of his lungs:  “I love money and money loves me and that’s the way it’s supposed to be!”  I thought she was going to slip and stitch his eye or something she got laughing so hard.

Ryan went on to mention having a gazillion, billion, million collections… and they wanted to know what he collected, so suddenly he had a book collection, but his books didn’t have any color in them. They messed up in the book factory, and they were all just white pictures. So he used color sticks to fill them in and make the collection way better…  and could he have Mcdonalds on the way home? A cheeseburger, french fry and rootbeer would really make this day even better than it already was….

It was like a non-stop stand-up comedy tour.

When we were finally done and walking out, he stopped to tell every nurse and doctor and patient on the way how “wonderful” this place was, and he “hopes he can come back again real soon because it’s his second favorite place, after mommys house. It goes this place, mommys house, daddys house, then Mcdonalds. Oh and Grammy Nanny’s.  But this place is so good and has the best rides ever.”