My grandson had a dilemma this morning: whether to be Batman or a righteous knight. Both are conquerers of evil, Dudley Do-right types, you know - superheroes. He has costumes for both characters, but one was too high up in his closet for him to reach. Naturally, that's the one he decided to be.
I'm so glad that's his dilemma, and not where his next meal is coming from, or how to deal with the pain of a fatal disease, or whether anyone really loves him. I'm glad he didn't ask for a Charlie Manson costume.
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