“If I could be any superhero, I would be…” from the Crazy Hip Blog Mamas.
When I was a kid, one of my favorite shows was Captain Caveman and the Teen Angels. I loved Cavey. I thought he was cool. Nevermind his bushy hair, that dude rocked. I loved that he would do really quirky things in order to stop the bad guys/catch the monster/solve the case, and it alwasys worked. In my life, sometimes things work out when I do something quirky that doesn't quite make sense. For instance, sometimes, I just don't have the energy to take the dropped fruit snack away from my kid. And he's fine, mostly.
Cavey could fly! Now there's a power I would like to have. Just up, up and away! Imagine the view! Like in an airplane, only better.
That club he had was amazing. It helped him fly, sometimes, and stuff would pop out of the end of it. Usually, it was this little bird, which was kind of his sidekick. I believe that Cavey also used the club to beat on people. I would LOVE to have some sort of device with which to beat on people. Like my students, some of them anyway. At the very least, it had the cool stuff coming out the top. None of our bats at home have anything cool come out of them.
Also, Cavey had a posse before having a posse was cool. The "Teen Angels" were three cute girls who drove Cavey around in their van. How cool was he!?! They also assisted in the solving mysteries department. I have a husband. As wonderful as he is, he's not much help solving mysteries. Finding an errant sandal stuck under a couch cushion, yes. Solving mysteries like why my hair won't hold a curl, no.
But the best thing about Cavey was that he could pull any damn thing he wanted to out of his hair. Anything. He could get a piano, a tennis racket, a giant chicken leg, whatever! out from under that hair. It seemed like, whatever he was looking for, it was there, waiting for him. Sometimes, it took him a few pulls to get whatever it was, but it was always there. It would be so awesome to have a secret compartment that contained things that I really need on a day to day basis. And no, my purse does not really do the job. It's hard to carry one while still shlupping around a diaper bag.
In short, I don't want to be Superman. Saving the entire world is just too much pressure for me. I just want to be able to control my own little home. Also, having the power to set things/people on fire just by staring at them intensely would be bad for me. I think that Captain Caveman is right up my alley. Plus, it doesn't matter if you're having a bad hair day, because everyone knows there is something cool underneath.