Westley pulled the DVDs off the lowest shelves of the DVD cabinet one at a time, examining the covers. When he got to Justice League, he stopped.
He pointed to Wonder Woman and looked up at me, his face a question mark. "Mama?"
"No, bug, that's Wonder Woman."
Then he pointed to Superman, and declared, "Dada."
"Yeah, okay, dude. Daddy."
It took everything I had not to collapse with laughter. Maternal Super-composure in the face of Cute-ryptonite.
