Super-Car's moment of glory came later that day when he announced to me, "Mom, I weally AM Super-Tar tuz I timbed up da tounter and dot down da dinotaur tup for Yissie and she said I was her hero!"
Sadly, she turned from 'damsel in distress' to 'villain' faster than you can say, "It's a bird, Its a plane, It's Supe--" -- I had to break up their fight moments after he risked his neck for her. Bee was sure it was a case of Super-car misusing his extraordinary powers. In the years to come I hope the 'hero' impression is the lasting one. For both of them. Oh, and forget I said anything about men in tights, carrying buckets of suds and feather-dusters... never mind!
I gotta get out more,