Spectator

Last night Tracy and Davis were playing Superhero and wrestling on the bed. I went and sat on the bed with them. Davis announced that he was Robin and Daddy was Batman. He then asked who I wanted to be. I said, “Well, I guess I’ll be Batgirl.” He responded, “Don’t you think you should be Robin Girl?” I explained that there was no such thing as Robin Girl. He then told me that I could be Batgirl, but I could not wrestle, I had to be a “spectator.”

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