Spider Ranger

My youngest is sleeping next to me right now in pajamas he picked out himself, and it makes me want to freeze him at this age forever.  He has a spiderman top, with the mesh wing-things attached under the arms (I don't remember spiderman flying around with wings, but who am I to rain on a super hero's parade), and Power Ranger bottoms.  Putting this outfit together was not an accident.  There were pajamas spread out all over the floor.  There was a pains-taking weeding out process - batman bottoms have too much blue, lilo and stitch top doesn't have wings, harley davidson ones are too red.  Moving his top three down to the kitchen to get dad's opinion, and possibly check how the different lighting effected things.  Mind you, he is naked for this entire process - if you can't get the look right, its better to wear nothing.  His final choice was for obvious reasons - wings on top, flying dragons on the bottoms - and a fine choice it is.  Although he was not able to attain lift-off, it was not for lack of trying.  Backing further down the hall to elongate the runway, crouching lower to the ground for the run, banking to the right, banking to the left, making sure mom AND dad are watch! WATCH! watching the complete exercise.  After a near-collision with my dresser and a window (and the not-so-gentle reminder that if he didn't set a flight path toot-sweet for the kitchen he would be de-winged and not get ice cream) he took a break.  As it is hard for a super hero to stick to a set bedtime, he ended up here, next to me, and promptly folded his wings and passed out.