Plural. Because you know, around here we have two of them. Some mornings you just wake up and feel like being Batman. So we rummaged around in the closet and found L.D.'s Baman costume. The one I made for him for Hallowe'en. He happily got into it and started swooshing around the house, cape flapping behind him. And of course that looked like fun, which started the refrain of "Me too! I do it too! I Batman toooooo!" from the little one. So we had to pull together something for little brother. Luckily we had a Batman t-shirt already. Its a bit on the big side, but no matter. More importantly we needed a cape. So a blue dinner napkin and an obliging safety pin were pressed into service. Ahem. Basically this sums up the difference between being a first child and a second child. First child's costume lovingly made by hand, with attention to craftsmanship and detail. Money and time were gladly spent. Second child? A t-shirt, a napkin and a safety pin. Sigh. I wish I had the time, and when I have more than two minutes notice I will certainly make him his own superhero cape. Because he loves to run around in a cape.
Another thing he love to do: make his 'stank face', which is how we refer to the curled lip sneer that he has adopted as his favourite way to convey menace, resolve, or just plain emphasis. I have yet to get a really good picture of the stank face, as it comes and goes to quickly, but even though he's mostly blocking himself with that chunk of wood, you get the idea.
And yes, they wore these costumes almost all day. We did all our errands as Batmen. Which was really fun, because nothing warms up the weary faces in a doctor's waiting room like two tiny Batmen swooping through the door, happy to tell everyone who will listen, who they are. And I just couldn't stop taking pictures of them. They were so proud and happy to pose (which is not always the case) so please indulge me as I post just a few more.
Though he doesn't often win. Another second child thing. But it doesn't stop him from striving, or delighting in the race. And even when he looses he still likes to crow "I winned, I winned!" in true toddler denial.
ps: he still lost.