A little conversation with my son on the way to school this Tuesday...Garett: "Mommy, Daddy is at work today. He's a doctor. He fixes bones."
Me: "Yes, baby, he does. Lot's of people need his help fixing boo-boos with their bones."
Garett: "What kind of people, Mommy?"
Me: "All kinds. Mommies, Daddies, children."
Garett: "What about super-heroes? My Daddy is big and strong. So strong, he could fix a super-hero, couldn't he Mommy?
Me: "I bet he could."
How great must a parent be in a child's eyes to be strong enough to fix a broken super hero? Very great, I think. We love you Daddy.