So my 4 year old is totally obsessed with super heroes, especially their costumes. The important people in his life know this. His birthmom sent him a Robin (the Boy Wonder) costume for his birthday a couple of months ago, and he was a lot happier with that than with the action figures from mom and dad. Even though we did give him Green Lantern, John Jones, Batman, the Batmobile and the Bat Jet/Motorcycle Combo.
Today I emerged dressed for work in flowing red pants, a white tee, and a big white linen overshirt. Nice loose clothing for a very hot summer day in the Central Valley. I haven't worn the linen shirt since last year because it needed to be ironed. Ironing takes a year at my house.
4 year old immediately responded.
"Are you doing science at work today?"
You see? He thought it was a lab coat. His dad has one. So does Bill Nye.
I didn't take the time to explain that I am a mere science writer, not a real scientist. So why was I surprised at his farewell when I dropped him off at preschool?
"I love you, Science Girl."
I am now a superhero. Figures I would be a nerdy one.