Batman Goes Up High...And Does Not Come Back Down

During the funeral services for my father-in-law, my nephews volunteered to take care of Zane. They took him outside to play, and Zane took his Batman with him. Of course, during the play that occurred outside, Batman went over the fence, possibly on purpose. He's got a reputation for being a bit antisocial, after all.

As soon as we came out of the church, Zane informed us that Batman had gone "Up high", we had no idea what the heck he was talking about until about an hour later when the rush of people had gone home. We sent Tristan, as the most agile member of our family, over the fence and he found Batman. Zane was happy. Then, being a teenaged boy, Tristan decided it would be awesome to throw Batman "Up high" once more. Which would have been fine...except Batman landed on the roof of the church. Completely out of reach. Damn.

After the entire family had a good laugh at Tristan(because families do that), we told Zane that Batman had gone to Gotham to save the city. No, that's not what we told him. We said that Batman went bye-bye, picked Zane up, put him in the car, and went home. Zane took the news of Batman's departure well. In fact, he took it better than I did. (I LIKED that Batman! He was adorable.) Zane went home and played with his other superhero figures, but it didn't seem the same to me.

So my husband and I went to every single Walmart and Target on this side of town yesterday. We weren't looking for Black Friday deals. No, we were looking for another Batman. And we finally found one, bought it, brought it home and presented it to Zane. Who acted like he had never seen such a wonderful thing before, and behaved like it was the best present EVER. And I thought about how it was a good thing to be able to look at the world around you like it was the best present EVER. How many people do you know who do that?