I placed the order and waited with baited breath for it to come. All the while secure in my belief that this was going to be awesome.
The gift gets here. CS opens it at night and seems super excited. I dare say that there was a tear in his eye!
He wakes up very very early the next morning (Saturday) at about 5am. I get into bed with him for a cuddle that I'm praying will lull him back into sleep for at least another few minutes. He turns to me with the cutest most excited look ever and says 'Lets put on my cape so we can fly up on the roof and surprise daddy! He's going to love it!' The look of excitement was one I've never seen on his face. And unfortunately was replaced by massive tears and body shaking sobs when I explained to him that he wouldn't really be able to fly with the cape, and alas there would be no surprising daddy with our roof flying.
He cried. I cried over crushing him. Instead of the amazing morning he and I had pictured in our heads (albeit quite differently), he ended up crying for so long. He was literally crushed and had the worst sobs coming out of him. His little heart was broken. I finally clamed him down and spent the morning running around the backyard with a beach towel around my neck playing super hero. He couldn't fly but I did manage to convince him that the cape made him run 'wicked fast'.
Add this to the list of why my kid is destined to be screwed up as an adult.
Here he is recovered from the trauma and being 'wicked fast' at his birthday photo shoot
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