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The Cape Project

Amanda wanted a "superhero party" for her birthday. I was willing, especially since having my children plan the parties really takes the stress off of me (I hate planning parties). Since I won the actual party at the jumping place, I decided to make nice capes (from Puking Pastilles) as party favors (also much better than more candy or cheap toys). I made 14 capes. I still can't believe it, but I started early and worked steadily, and finished a few days ago. One superhero birthday party, coming up. (Please note: nothing else about the party has a theme: not the cake, not the napkins, nothing else.)

I loved Amanda pretending to be a superhero. She would run and jump in front of me, saying "SuperAmanda, to the rescue! How can I help?" She did seem to think that wearing her cape made her less likely to be hurt, and better able to jump and run and everything. I could tell that thinking of herself as a superhero made her feel powerful.

Today, I noticed that Amanda wasn't talking about being Super Amanda anymore. She kept talking about "wings" and "Tinkerbell". I asked her if she was still a superhero. She said that she was Tinkerbell...

I told her that since she had a superhero birthday party with capes tomorrow, she should keep on being a superhero for one more day. She suggested that maybe I could make fairy wings for all her friends. I must have been pretty clear in telling her no, because she suggested that she could have a "fairy superhero party", and that the capes could turn into wings.

I preferred SuperAmanda to Tinkerbell, but I suppose everything changes. At least it's not Hannah Montana. Yet.
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