No waiting time. No ouchy needles. Only bulk bills. Watch out. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Nope, it's Super Doctor. Cape complete-o.
Finished it last night, along with almost finishing my top (woohoo - let's hold a party, meet me back here at 9pm and we'll pop the cork - awright?), and finishing cutting out a new top. It helps when half the class isn't there.
So the Doctor woke this morning to his superhero cape. However, it appears to be faulty - it won't make him fly. Ahem. Where's the imagination senor?
Anyway, took the Doctor to pre-school wearing said cape. He was happy as a lark. Then I went to leave and asked if he wanted to give me the cape to take home. Nope, not parting with it. So I went to check with a teacher that it was ok - and she misread what I meant and went straight over to the Doctor to tell him to give me the cape.
Such a bad, bad miscommunication. The Doctor was in tears. I was on the verge, I don't give a brass razoo if that cape gets trashed, it's meant for having fun, and rough and tumbles and zoom-zooming into the air, looping the loop and defying the ground. I was happy for him to keep it there, I just wanted to make sure it was ok. But nope - and then I got sent home. Detention for the mama.
I'm making vanilla sugar cookies for our afternoon play date. Hopefully that will help soothe a hurting super hero's heart.
Take that! Shazaaaam!