Lately in the household you'll hear my three youngest inventing wonderful stories about Ironman (or "I-run man" as Miss Beatle says it). Ironman has lots of dogs--dogs are also tremendously popular these days in the King household--and he's often disciplining them. I have gathered that his dogs have lots of accidents in the house.
It's not that I spend a lot of time eavesdropping on my children while they play. I'm not that kind of mom. It's just that I got curious. When they're playing quietly and happily--no one screaming (which is what King children do when frustrated)--on a regular basis, mind you--well, I had to check.
It's delightful. I love it. They're playing quietly and happily--cooperatively, even! Their imaginations are working full steam. The littlest King is always happy to find her Ironman figure wherever she last left it, and then she's right in the fray with the older ones. A baby no longer!
My favorite part, and I'm not sure why, is that my girls really love Ironman. Doodle is fine with him: but he's no different or better than Spiderman, Batman, Superman, etc. The girls, though, are stuck on this one, and I don't think it has anything to do with Robert Downey, Jr (they have not seen the live action one). They can't get enough of the cartoon version, though, and their play often turns to Ironman. Good enough!
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