It's becoming more of a workout to fly Asa like a superhero. Good for the core: I lie on my back, knees bent, with him lying along my shins. Used to be, I could keep his feet off the floor. No longer.
Today, I held his hands out in front and called him Super Asa. He immediately ran to the dress-up box for his cape, then back for the sequined belt.
As Grover would say, "And I'm Cute, too!"
Note, please, that Asa dressed himself this morning. Overall straps and all. Three-and-a-half blows my mind.
Every family needs a super hero, especially one who can dress himself. Phone booths are too small for Mummy to help.
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