So... The mailman came and my son answered the door; accepted the package while calling excitedly to me from downstairs but I didn't understand him. He runs upstairs... walks onto the bed (his legs are long enough to do that handily... my baby isn't so baby anymore) plops down next to me and says excitedly, "Your Urutoraman is here!!!"
"Yeaaaa !!!!" Says I and we hurriedly unbox. I am flying him around my son's chest and head singing the theme song and he says stop it mommy you don't have his flying hands on... Oops! What a rookie mistake (smh) you'd think I've never done this before. So, quick hand change. Queue the swirly paint. Resume ...Read moreClose