Once upon a time, I was a little boy. Now I�m seven years old. When I was really little, a man would pick me up and rock me to sleep. He would wash my face when I was sick and make me drink yucky medicine. I feeled better. At night he would change my diaper so my Mom could sleep. She said he was nice to do that for her because my diaper was smelly. And he was sleepy too because he worked hard.
Now I�m really big. I am seven years old. Now that man says I am too heavy to pick up a lot. But when I fall and my knee is bleeding he picks me up and sprays Bactene on it. I like the Sponge Bob bandaids. He works hard still. I get out of bed to wave bye to him when he goes to work. When he comes home, sometimes he brings me chicken from Wendys. Mostly my Mom cooks for us. After we eat he checks my homework. Sometimes he makes me do it a lot. I don�t like to. After homework he lets me EBAY with him. We have fun looking for emergency lights and firetrucks.
That man is my Dad. He is in charge of a hotel. He works every day and takes me to the hotel on Saturday and Sunday. He lets me be the manager and fire people. He showed me how to clean tables and be nice to people. I can clean the pool with my Dad. When we get home from work we go bike riding. We ride all the way to the park a long way. My Mom says my Dad works too hard to take care of us. He saves money to let me and Mom go to the Firehouse Expo in Baltimore. And Hershey chocolate factory! He hurt his shoulder and he still wrestles with me. We like to watch wrestling together. Sometimes he covers my eyes or makes the TV show MUTE.
My Mom told me Superman on TV was not real. But I think my Dad is Superman. He can do everything. I can�t find his blue clothes and flying cape but I think he really is a super hero.
